Flirting Moon

The moon who soothes the stars,

Takes the play and makes them fools,

All under the lustrous light

Illumine when nearby.

Though with greed, Moon's aim soars,

Hunting for that lambent star,

With glows greater gleaming than his own.

Says the Moon, "Luminous star, why do you run?

I say you soothe when I say my love."

Blushing star thus replies,

"Deny you I can not for your impressive shine Dear Moon.

Temptation dwells to live under your white sky,

But fate forbids our fevered feelings.

My light will always outshine yours."