Luna
You sadden me like the moon glooms the earth.
For my woes are like your scattered clouds;
That halos you and your lovely birth.
To which a swarm of worshiper crowds!
Your coward slave that in my heart lies,
Screams for the darkness of your light.
And so, as my useless sadness cries,
You turn my soul into night!
So for even ones let me sleep on your chest.
Like as if I am that whom it contains.
Let all the arguments of the world rest!
Let you and I ease our pains.
I am yours if you should ask;
Like the earth is for the moon.
Yet you are not my mask,
And your love shouldn’t be mine soon…
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