"The moon is so round today, and the wind so cold,
Snug on a parkbench, "and the lovers so bold"
And they snuggled up closer, embraced in a jacket,
And sighed as the breeze rustled through the thicket.
"And the lake is so dreamy!"- she said, and he nodded-
And soon they were sleeping, and crickets applauded,
Luna gave her blessings, the willows wept for joy,
But that which Love giveth, Time doth destroy;
And there, he sits, quiet, in winter wind shivering,
Huddled in a jacket, his fingers do the weeping
Alone, with the round moon, and the wind so cold,
Beside the frozen lake, the lover who grew old.