His song is sung
in the moonlight
when the clock strikes twelve
I see his shadow from afar
and yet I feel as if I know him
His song lingers in my mind
its all I can think about
he serenades beneath my window
and I peek out
he climbs the vine
to my window
embraces me in his arms
he kisses me
with passion
love
I await his return
for our next kiss.
