On That Lovely Night Poem by Catherine Agunat

The moon is full and three - quarters high,
When his urbane - look appeared to the
lucid imagination of this two- eye.
Dressed in tuxedo with a refined figure
Aura that offered an ecstatic pleasure.
While the most romantic sonata
was about to play,
He came and whispered
“ please be my lady.”
He took my hand in a gallant manner,
and we danced the sensational motion
of the mid - summer.
The sweet caress, the allure of gentle-ness,
made me wallowed into the wondrous
serenity of calm-ness.
O！ how the affectionate touch of the
chivalrous Knight
Intensely quenched the thirsty soul of
the Muse -
On that lovely night.