The moon returned again tonight.
She tried to snuggle up to me in bed.
it matters not that I spurn her advances.
I told her I love another but she whispers
"I am here now! Where is she?"
This morning I confront
those accusing brown eyes.
They see the moon glow stain on my collar.
They know I was up all night
goggling my blue eyes at the moon again.
"please," I cry
"the moon means nothing to me
I was only lonely and confused
missing your brown eyes."
It is no use
I am doomed.