Love In June

She thinks he hung the moon. A princess with her shining knight In love, she fell, with him so soon. As he proclaimed her beautiful, she swoons. He stands in black; she walks in white She thinks he hung the moon. Pinot grigio in crystal poured by noon; He reads to her in the yellow sunlight – In love, she fell, with him so soon. By night, he has her wrapped in a cocoon Fire ablaze, she clenches his arms so tight She thinks he hung the moon. By morning, it’s their honeymoon He kisses her hard with all his might In love, she fell, with him so soon. And then, by the end of June, Inside her something stirs, a delight She knows he hung the moon, In love, she fell, strongly with him so soon.