In the still of the night,
As the lady treads nearer and nearer,
And the footsteps clearer and clearer,
All I see is a shadow in the moonlight.

Under the doe-eyed moon I waited
For her voice to lure me into an ecstasy
Many voices beckoned her for a song
Sweeter than the Song of Solomon.

A piercing look that she gave me
Launched me into a sudden gyration.
I danced to her melodious tune
For I was to her what dance was to music-
A companionship made in pantheon.

There were whispers in the eyes of many.
Like the rose of Sharon she was among them
And like all beautiful things,
She melted into their worldly life.
Eons I prayed but she never came back.