By: Robert Louis Arehart

Darker than midnite
passion of fire
Eyes brightly flashing
Born of desire.

My dream burns at ev'entide
with moon in it's full
to be 'lone at her side
puts hope overfull.

When bright silv'ry moonbeams
cast their soft glow
I sit with my cold dreams
and still love her so.

Perhaps on the morrow
when bright sunbeams play
I'll vow her my true love
for e'er and a day.