I dono what to call it, but err, read:
Right when the moon hung low!
and night was passing with a tread so slow,
standing b'neath the orchid's bough,
her cheek lit with a divine glow!
she smiled, she laughed and cried in a row,
and drown in his eyes, his brow!
when the stars celebrated the unison below,
the heavens cried, 'let it grow!!'
Love, had bought them a brillant show!
working on my take for Choka!