Romance of the Poet With the Moon

My beloved it doesn't belong to me ... so I live tearful, not conform ... She is charmingly appealing she phenomenally attractive ... I love her, and she loves me but she is not all mine ... We are different, but our love it's pure: i am always dress, She is always naked ... We live apart, but always together ... for all she undress, but only for me Reveals herself... We love each other in verses in space or on the street ... I am faithful lover poet, she fickle but faithful lover ... the moon ...!