Dulcinea Luna

Oh fat and happy gibbous moon
How like a lover's breast you are
Rising and setting as if aswoon
By arcane romance kilobar;
A pressure only felt by heart
And versed more surely than by rote
Or by the drill of cupid's dart
When empathy seems too remote...

For true love needs a suitor test
Wherein they gaze as much above,
In following your glory west,
As any other professed love
Which mostly spreads itself below...
Like Juliet for Romeo!