One Moonlit Night

And on a cool moonlit night, he thought he would bring her the ultimate joy, the food for love - Music.

He picked up his guitar and stole the car keys from his dad’s overcoat and sneaked out the backdoor. Well… He sighed before starting towards her house and crossed his fingers.

Her window was open. It was dark inside. Overcome with his love for her, he felt like a wandering minstrel, come over to make sweet love to her.

He struck the first chords, cleared his throat and began a serenade. A dog barked somewhere, a cat purred. Someone from the neighbouring house threw a tin can. “who is it! Screaming at such an ungodly hour?”, he heard someone screaming. It did not deter him. His sweetheart was worth it.

Somewhere inside, she dreamt of him. The quiet boy who never made a move. She had seen him so many times, looking at her with his wistful gaze. So many times had she caught him staring at her, and he would pretend to look away. She had found him sneaking in her neighbourhood, trying to smell her hair and much more. She liked him, but waited for him to make the first move. She dreamt of him… in her arms, under the cool shade of a palm tree. She dreamt of him… kissing her softly in the gentle moonbeams… she dreamt… What the hell?

“What is that infernal noise?”, she thought as she awakened from her beautiful dream.

“My Princess has risen!” he thought as she walked closer to the window rubbing her eyes. He went down on one knee, raising the guitar to her, blowing a kiss…