Ode to the first of many times together

The moon was smiling on us tonight.
Did you notice on the way home?
I was too busy looking into your eyes,
absorbing your scent,
reading you like a bestselling novel,
telling you everything I could think of,
to see who was watching us.
Once was not enough, my dear.
I don't think twice will come close, either.
Four seasons may be merely a beginning.
God was laughing for joy with us.
Did you hear him on the next bench?
Don't think this wasn't his idea.
The moon was smiling on us tonight.