Why does one feel with the moon,

Hidden at day and awake at night?

Why does one sing a tune,

Of all that is sad and full of spite?

Why hold on to goodbyes

And keep a sour mood,

When by all the time that flies

You could have been renewed?

O, know that in my mind you fill

And you will always occupy my heart.

So that when the world for me grows still,

Of my soul you will be a part.

For as the moon grows old,

So shall my love, still telling what is told.

 

(This was a class assignment! Inspired by Shakespeare's sonnet 76)