On a warm autumn day
Love's flower blooms
It is pondered that night
Under a crescent moon
Is it love
Is it loneliness
Or longing
Will they wake in the morning to love's tingling
Or is it ordained and written of this meeting
Or will it end in crying anger over ones cheating
Who can say as we think of these things
Light, joy and happiness
It may well bring
Or anger and darkness
Of which the world will never sing
Who can say as we think of these things