Into the forest I walked by night.
No fears of the dark, not the slightest of frights.
For when I looked between the trees the moon shown above,
I could feel the wind push me forward with the friendlest shove.
As if they were old friends, which indeed they must be,
they guided me further, to a place I was destined to see.
I came to a clearing, and the wind gently faded,
I looked to the center where a river cascaded.
Down into a pond which shimmered with light,
the reflection of the moon, ever so bright.
So I sat before it and I listened to the water,
and I remembered her face, when for so long I forgot her.
It reminded me of our story, to which I thought was at end.
But now I know I can find her, with the heart I vowed to defend.
Tonight I shall dream in the moonlight of my very own Juliet,
and tomorrow I’ll find her, my enchanting brunette.