Whispers of love come
Filtering down to me
Looking above what do I see?
Your long hair flowing,
Your bright cheeks glowing
And a finger curled saying come to me.
Looking down, what do I see
Under the moonlight?
But you looking up
After throwing the stone
And now everything will be alright.
I crook my finger asking you to
Come up and it looks like you will!
You’ve given us a bit of mystery here. Nicely done.