Beware the pale nightshine will take up full notice.
The magic in moonlight is constantly potent.
White moonbeams lull senses to deepest of sleep.
Their love to lust change means unnoticed deceit.
For both give the same and the strangest sensation
When the lunar pull reaches its high fascination.
Bewitched minds forget to ask why when or what.
Lips meet and choice melts when blood runs too hot.
Hearts lose control, enchantment can disclaim
White passion madness, moonshine is to blame.
Take care though no moon gets advantage again.
Use your own lamplight, it has no sway then.
The moon just adds to the romance of the moment or was it lust I meant to say. Lovely poem Fay