[b][u]A Man Loves the Moon[/u][/b]

What words might describe you
In a way that would give what is due
My adoration, my awe
Enamored with the beauty I saw
Hung on the gravity of cosmic beings
Speckled with dust from Saturn's rings
Not a moon but a bride in waiting
I, a mortal lowly and prating,
Grasping at words to convince
Yon angel to lose her sense
Forsake her realm and descend
Come nigh to me and pretend
That one such as I could suffice
To be worthy of your dowry price
Would I be guiltless in this crime
Of stealing your heart and time
While covering your glistening eyes
Hiding this inadequacy of mine
What could man offer the moon?
Could flesh and blood make you swoon?
Will my fragility entice?
My insecurities? My vice?
Would these vexations be pleasing?
My shortcomings appeasing?
O whited maiden of the Milky Way
If you will, if you may,
Permit me in hoping you'll say
That you would be happy to stay