Full moon shining brightly,
Dancing in your hair.
It makes you seem so lovely
As you are standing there.
Stars that sparkle lightly,
Reflecting all our love.
Affections keep on growing
As they watch from above.
Silence is abounding.
Nothing makes a sound.
I whisper that I love you
As nighttime comes around.
July 14, 1979
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