by the moonlight
The door locks were all broken.
I slept, but with one eye open.
He came into the night, unaware.
Wearing pajamas and cashmere.
I watched him stumble, and fall.
The thing rolled away, just a ball.
I giggled, quietly under the blanket.
He looked up, hiding it in his pocket.
Walking near my bed he said it all.
How I was a sweet and beautiful gal.
I pretended sleep, but my lips smiled.
He saw that, and grinned like a child.
I felt him sit on the edge of the bed.
Felt his touch, my cheeks flushed red.
He whispered his pledge into my ears.
I smiled, then cried a few happy tears.
Yes, I replied, feeling the coming spring.
And he put on my finger a diamond ring.