Love’s Serenade

I’ve just got to know her better
and there’s one thing I can do.
I’ll sing beneath her window
of my love, so real and true.

She may not know me well,
but I’ll soon put that to right
when I’m beneath her window
with the moon shining bright.

With my guitar, heart and voice,
and a fresh rose of red,
I’ll be beneath her window
to serenade her from her bed.

When she hears me singing
she’ll beam down a smile
and blow me a kiss to prove
its been worthwhile.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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