TO YOU
You stare at the moon,
And read the book of books
You call for her, while not
Familiar with her looks,
The lake is still and deep
The air is immobile
The flowers are asleep,
And yet the tidings fly
They hurry back the way,
To tell you my reply
To tell I would not yield
And youll forget your rest.
Away, just take your cloak-
Through planetary light
My sentence is like that
My answer is the same
Just loving but no, no