Stop romancing the moon,
Inconstant goddess and
Her inconsistent love.
Worship not her pale face,
It is fleeting, covered in darkness
At her every whim and tide.
Do not admire her lunar glow,
A cold and distant light.
It cannot warm you in hardships,
It cannot burn you with love.
Cease your dreaming of her perfection,
At a distance even the most rotten
Can look delicate as hand-spun lace.
Leave your unrequited celestial lover behind,
Reach out and touch my earthly heart,
Feel the heat she lacks when we embrace.
Do not leave me in despair
While you chase her star-dusted hair.
