Jealous Moon

 

If you love the moon so much, you cried,

Then marry her! You even turned her way

To stare her out: as if to put the moon

Back in her place (that is to say, in orbit).

She blushed, in a bloodless, pretty kind of way

And I laughed. However, though you mock it much

I care for her; and though you feign jealousy,

If you look too long perhaps you’ll see, my love,

That the moon is deep with jealousy of us.

 

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