• The moon shines down through the night.
    I see her there, without a fright.

    Her delicate hand twists and twirls,
    As I run my finger through her curls.

    Her beauty matches no other.
    Oh how she sits there, under my cover.

    My love for her is more than a simple feeling,
    it is my bond, forever sealing.

    I try to tell her how much so,
    I love her, like a deer loves his doe.

    So i watch her, in the moon-lit room,
    And i wish to speak of my love to her soon

    Sleep tight, my moon.