Slender is the night that illuminates
the crescent moon
plays on your shape
and guides your lips to mine not too soon
haunted by its beauty
kindled by it's light
my hands encircle your waist
your kiss is mead to my impassioned taste
I love the way your hair flows
like a chestnut wave
and this memory will be always in my heart to save
the bright orange leaves rustle and dance
playing in the wind
to a tune that seals our romance
under the crescent moon

the apache kid