Under the moon's bewitching light
I look at the moon and I can help but to sigh It's so big and beautiful and bright... that even the stars must envy her tonight. and I wonder... if you, like me, are alone under its bewitching light... thinking of me, as I think of you when here in the dark I admire the softness of her light as it caresses the trees out there in the park... and if you then wonder, as I do, how that light would look reflecting on us if we were making love. I know when I see that moon shinnining up there I feel... Sign in to see full entry.