SERENADE

One night we walked by the river,
Hand in hand, we felt the quiver,
Under the placid, dark blue sky,
With none but vehicles passing by.

We said nothing but hummed along,
My favourite tune, her revered song.
I gazed for long at the crescent moon,
Her charming smile, its perfect lune.

I dreamt of us sitting high up there;
Just the two of us, on that sphere.
The stars would then twinkle and fade,
I would sing to her a serenade.

When suddenly I realized, O my dear!
The sound, on moon, we cannot hear.
And no moon above, to my distress!
With what would I compare her face?


~Damit~

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