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 it end in crying anger over ones cheating
Or is it ordained and written of this meeting
Will they wake in the morning to love's tingling
Who can say as we think of these things
Anger and darkness
It may well bring
Or light joy and happiness
Of which the world will always sing
Who can say as we think of these things