Oh what a fair maiden
you have proven to be.
When the light hits just,
just right, it does show me.

Show me what? naught but
a shy person, a scared woman,
a hopeful person dancing
on moonlit silver, me a fan

of the way you move.
So please tell me Alice mine,
why do you stay when
you could go and be fine?

All I can ask, is please
stay a while longer with me.
Because I love it when you
say my name breathlessly