As maiden tiptoes through the night
The summer moon lights up the skies
Enfolds her grace soft in its sight
And shows the true love in her eyes
So mellow in this tender light
That harshness of the day denies.
Admire the maiden sweet of grace
She skips along with fleet of foot
A smile that radiates her face
Upon her feet; two bright red boots
To sweetly dance at meeting place
With lover that remains astute.
To clarify her feelings true
With love serene so innocent
She wears a gown of virgin blue
To prove this maidens not yet spent
And she is still one of the few
Remaining chaste, and eloquent.