As The Silver Moon At Midnight (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

As the silver moon at midnight
watched from a starry sky
like touching fingers her bright light
were tenderly passing us by,

the gentle wind tried to woo us asleep
and your eyes gleamed in your face
while into my heart age old feelings did creep
and passion through my body did race

in moments some hours were spent
with a kind of wonder in your gaze,
in our love your were sweet and innocent,
and also happy and as if in a daze

as our deepest heartfelt feelings we did express,
and for moments utter bliss we did possess.