You must have hung the moon tonight,
Just so we could dine in her candle light..
and then dance beneath the magical sight,
of a blanket of stars twinkling in delight.

The music courtesy of some sycamore trees,
swaying gently in the breeze.
We shared a kiss under the glance of an owl who cried "who "
And then proceeded to dedicate the night to me and you..

The crickets eager to be in on the fun too,
serenaded us the whole night through.
And you pulled me close and then we were one,
Much to the surprise, and red blush of the rising sun.