The Pianist and the Senorita

First post on this blog.

                                                                                      The Pianist and the Senorita







Of tobacco and perfume was her scent,



She of beauty without relent,



She of soul full blooded,



In body and spirit,



My immortal beloved.







For her I compose



Sonatas and nocturnos,



In the hope my strings and her's will entwine,



So that my heart I may consign



To her, the Spanish seductress, comely by design.