;I love you luna;

Even now, after so long, I must confess,
The burning embers, of my love, their fires remain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.

Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I love you dearly,
With pangs, the jealous, and the timid know;
So tenderly, I love you, so sincerely,
I pray the Gods grant another love you so.