When, in the rain of hushed words like leaves
Swirls through my ears
It is not the cold which I feel for thee
But rather, the love shared
When on my feet to market go I
and my heart beats
It is not weariness which I feel
but, indeed, memories sweet
Upon return, up stairs retire
I think of nights unfulfilled
and passion's fire
You.  Justly and true.
You, My Lovely Moon
You.