Alone at midnight.
And the moon was shining.
How she loved the moon!
And perhaps he loved it too.
Nana Lalla was not afraid.
Instead, she was full of hope.
He must love the moon—even as did she!
So, when he touched her, she did not shrink away.
When he took her in his arms, she yielded herself.
And when he kissed her—she responded....