As the stars shine, soft moonlight caresses me, like the tender touch of a lover's hand. I dream of one who stole my heart as he softly sighed "I love you". Does he walk under the midnight sky counting the stars? In the moonlight still and silent, does he hear my quiet whisper, and gently reply, as he did when love was young, "I love you?". -© J.M. Lewis September 2001-