Lovers In the Moonlight
Oh, what a cliched tale
Of a dark-haired prince from a foreign land
With golden skin and honeyed tongue
Playing love songs beneath my window
A familiar stranger in the moonlight
Emboldened by the audacious moon,
Which shows its face and form unabashedly
I reply with little equivacation, for I
Do love him so, and declare it to the night
I, the maiden made daring in the moonlight
Such a blessed curse, I long for him!
But even Romeo would find it a challenge
To scale a balcony of such lofty heights;
Must suffice whispers across the distance
Between two lovers in the moonlight
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