Lady De La Lune

My sweet, my lovely lady de la lune, My favour, closing in on the distance. You are no harsh a mistress as the moon, I desire you, your every instance, Not just reflected brilliance, you've your own, So many have made much of you of old, I would make for you, more than just pale tone, More than frigidity, some stifling cold. Yes, you do change, my dear, always changing: Full to half, a sliver, then full again, I'm ever seeking and rearranging, It is so like you, though, of all women. The time is ripe, I've made my decision, To reach you, I'll make you my new mission.