If you were to love me,
the way I have always,
Loved you,
Than the crescents of our love,
Would make the Moon sweetly,
And luminously glow,
Full with our love,
Our solitudes golden,
As evening lighthouses,
Serenading sunflowers, irises, and roses,

If you were to love me,
the way I have always,
Loved you,
Than my love would always be dancing,
The way you do, exquisitely,
and you would be hymning,
Like the Summer rain,
Yet my love shall always hymn,
Because your Beauty kisses my soul,
That longs to feel whole,

Perhaps I love you the most,
Amongst all the exquisite gypsies,
With all their ballerina grace,
and vineyard poses,
For when your Beauty dances,
And even when it lounges with stillness,
My love for you hymns,

And when the Midnight moonlight,
Beams it shall undress your cares,
And the wind comb your tousled hair,
Like a violin,
With the melodies of your sweet love,
and kiss your soul with our love,
Warm as candles, mellow as waves,

It is this verse of the hymn,
Where youre the one who sighs,
With how much I love you,
And how deep and sweet you love me,
And you shall sigh,
like the shimmers of waves,
Waltzing to shore,
Because we love one another, my love,
With Honey and moons
Reynaldo Casison