Moonlit serenade

I shall sing for you, my sweet, an oath of my adoration,
I call the stars to cast their gaze upon this declaration.
And the branches of the bare trees above reach to touch what I so desire,
Let the wind sing it’s harmonies; my earth given choir.
As the frost sets upon the ground beneath our feet,
I warm your hands, your heart, with words so summer sweet.
And as we walk along the frozen glade,
I shall sing you this;
My moonlit serenade.

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