Unknown Artist, Lovers (c. 1910)
Lovers’ Moon, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
So close to Cupid, fear we’re his target.
Come we shall take the staircase to heaven.
There memories made never to forget.
Lovers’ moon so bright will be our beacon.
If you be chilled, here take my loving heart,
Aflame of a resplendent love of you.
As you have neutralized every rampart,
Eagerly awaits your love to imbue.
Ask me not why I feel the way I do,
Very first sight of you love would ensue.
Such a feeling will always continue,
Admitting my love never to eschew.
Though tonight’s lovers’ moon is soon to set,
Its light on you face thoughts of when we met.