We sat upon a summers grass, with the <br />moon, our only light. <br /> <br />While in the moonlight night, your <br />face was all aglow <br />and we whispered words of love, <br />we thought would never go. <br /> <br />The moon did hold the magic, of <br />couples so in love, <br />that could only <br />come, from something from above. <br /> <br />I remember when in the dark of night, <br />an illness came to you; <br />the moon seemed sadder then, and just <br />a bit of blue. <br /> <br />We sat below the stars, the moon above, <br />and tearfully whispered goodbye, <br />my one and only love. <br /> <br />Now, alone, your love is mine to keep, <br />and the moon, does see my pain... <br />and it causes it to lose its glow, it causes it to weep. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-moon-shall-weep/
