Jewels of a moonlit night.

Meadows grow lovely, in the moonlit night...
The shadows grow friendly, when you rhyme...
I hear a longing guitar somewhere, it is crying...
A sorrowful tune, a smoother song, all lay there sighing...


As I rest in the meadow for the night, a party went on nearby...
A band of gypsies play their merry tunes, dance to them with joy...
I was gazing, gazing up at the sky, kissing the bright moon...
Unaware of someone, someone sighing at my love of the silvery orb...


Looking away from the shying moon, I found my stranger...
Bright jewels of eyes under a veil, filled with jealousy and anger...
I was not afraid, just a little surprised, slightly overwhelmed...
She covered her eyes, with her hands, dainty little things..


I was mesmerized, mesmerized by those beautiful eyes...
The jewels behind the veil, I tried to remove the hands...
I failed, I begged of her, Please let me see thee...
My eyes long for yours, please I beg of thee...


The veil fell to the ground, burst into a flame...
So did the hands, yet the eyes remained closed...
They were driving me mad, I fell to my knees...
Let me have your eyes, those jewels of the night...


She gave me a mirthful laugh, and said...
These jewels are blind, you foolish traveller...
Return to your moonlight, she is worth more, forget me, let me return...
And she opened her eyes once last time, turned and broke into a run...