Move over Moon-
You’ve been displaced,
And it’s not some Star
That took your place.
Nor is a rose by another name
slipping in to steal your fame.
Their day is done
and none too soon.
Henceforth lovers who wish to swoon
must not rely upon the Moon, .
must not invoke the mystic rose
musr not implore the Northern star
Love needs the help of a guitar:
Beneath your lovers’ window stand
and strum a chord with practiced hand.
Sing your love a haunting tune: :
which might include a mystic rose
which might invoke the Northern Star
which might implore the lovers’ moon.
It seems I've spoken way too soon.
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