In the words of Frank Sinatra....
I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight
I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night
The roses are sighing a Moonlight Serenade.
The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming.
My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?
I bring you and I sing you a Moonlight Serenade
Let us stray till break of day in love's valley of dreams.
painted with acrylic paint
on canvas, edges painted
strung ready to hang
acrylic paint,brushes,palette knife,canvas,varnish