In the Absence of Moonlight
In the Absence of Moonlight
A serenade he had prepared
A love song of desire
Her to the moon he had compared
They’d meet within the hour
But oh, dear moon ,where have you gone?
My song will sound so sour
I pray your presence won’t be long
We meet within the hour
A little re-write here and there
She’s now a gorgeous flower
No time had he, for despair
They meet within the hour
Her ears are filled with serenade
Her heart, it feels the power
Pleased was he, with changes made
And more so for that hour.
For Andrea’s One in Three Contest
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