I Am Still Jealous of the Moon

I am still jealous of her full moon's grace, The width and depth, its contours I embrace. My love, a longing to caress its glow, As it moves, mesmerizing, soft and slow. Bathed in pale moonlight's tender, gentle hue, Her lunar beauty casts a spell so true. Envious, I yearn to feel its silken skin, And in its orbit, find a love akin. Yet, I remain a distant admirer, Gazing at her moon with hearts afire. Oh, full moon, let my jealousy subside, For my love's constant, like your changing tide.