Softly the pale moon crept;

Far away my loved one slept

While in my heart I wept,

For I was sad and lonely.

I knew she loved me, too,

And that would keep me true

What ever might ensue,

For I loved her only.

A love as true as ours

Is as beautiful as flowers

So I pass the lonely hours

Thinking of her only.

By L. B. Strawn

September 2, 1982