I have been thinking of an old old song from WWII;
It was, of course, a love song and one of my favorites too.
The trouble is, the last line, I thought had been out of place;
I never thought a girl would like being called “Moon Face!”
Because that is precisely what the last line lyrics say;
And I can’t be the only one who reads the words that way.
Remember it began remembering the “small cafe,”
“The chestnut tree, the wishing well, the park across the way.”
It goes on beautifully…I have no problem there at all;
Until, that is, the last line, where imaginations fall;
So you can read it for yourself, and see it as I do;
Where “I’ll be looking at the Moon, but I’ll be seeing you!”
©Richard Williams