On an Enchanted Night

The whisper of a kiss

 on my lips

 Madonna* gave

and then did speak----

 

"I love thee"...

three words spoken soft

 stirred a hope

 I believed lost.

 

"And I thee"

clasping her tight

 'neath the horned moon's

 silver light.

 

Blest is the night

those words were spoken

along with her kiss

 that happy token

 

given freely

without reserve

'neath the lambent

crescent's curve.

 

* Madonna =My Lady