Poniard Love!

The lunar orb swings low tonight
To silhouette the clouds and trees
Beyond the camp and fire light
Beneath an oceanic breeze.
An onshore flow is in command,
But as a courtier leads a dance,
For it's the orb who's truly grand
At illuminating romance!
Likewise a lady is in charge
Of every stuffy lovelorn poet
Who would his ego soon enlarge...
Though his codpiece will not show it!
And thusly Cupid Keeps from view
His shish kebab from barbecue!