He loves that I'm a winsome thing, 
Who likes to roam at night, 
He knows I feel the pull of the moon, 
And he enjoys my innocent delight, 
So when he wanted to show me, 
How much he loves me dear, 
He soared up to the heavens, 
Bringing back a box of moonlight. 

I opened the beautiful ornate box, 
With sides all covered with jewels, 
And moonbeams shone into my eyes, 
Two languid, liquid pools, 
Oh thank you my sweet darling, 
I love your gift tonight, 
Never before have I received such a thing, 
As this box of pure moonlight. 

©Janine Daniel