The Writers' Circle

The moon smiles down on the couple in love,
As they lay there looking at the stars above,

She listens to his heart, every beat screams "I love you,"
She can be sure that their love is true,

He looks down at her perfect face,
He knows she is the prettiest person in the human race,

They hope that this night will never end,
She needs him, or her heart will not mend,

He looks into her deep blue eyes,
She is perfect, he thinks, then he sighs.