O Mistress moon where are you roaming?
Hear me out, for true love’s calling,
As thou rise both high and low,
And trip the light fantastic,
Love’s a journey so ecstatic,
Every shining star doth know.
Read more "O mistress moon…"What is love, ’tis not tomorrow,
A fired warmth that melts my sorrow:
What’s to come, is still unwritten.
Delay not, get down and dirty,
So come kiss me sweet and shiny,
The time is now for I be smitten.
Lunarlicks 