Oh, Heavenly Night

That night we kissed, my heart became a butterfly. It sprouted wings and danced across the velvet sky, then leapt across the multitude of stars there strewn along its happy way to touch the crescent moon. You held me close, but did you know my heart could fly? Chorus: Oh, heavenly night when my heart could fly! And in its pounding, did you hear it testify that you, and you alone, could ever satisfy the woman that emerged from her secure cocoon that night you flew me, Darling, to the moon! My heart soared onward, constellations yet to try. . . My yearning heart, once captive, was no longer shy. How can hearts set free be ever more immune to sweet caresses in a night that all too soon must have an end in bittersweet goodbye? Chorus: Oh, heavenly night when my heart could fly! In its pounding, did you hear it testify that you, and you alone, could ever satisfy the woman that emerged from her secure cocoon that night you flew me, Darling, to the moon! A Rondeau once entitled "That Night We Kissed" revised as lyric form, a song for the "Heavenly Night" Contest of Vermillion Scythe