The poet gazes upon his mistress
And dreams of his lady love.
Should his mistress be jealous,
If he is always with the other, even when seperated?
No, for she knows she could never love him fully,
Whereas his maiden fair is the one he needs...

The mistress gazes upon the poet
And knows of his dreams.
Should he feel pain,
If he can think of none other than his beloved?
No, for he knows his mistress is the mistress of artists,
Whereas his life's joy is the one he wants near...

The poet gazes upon his mistress,
And she gazes upon the poet.
Should they feel sad,
That their relationship goes no further?
No, for both know the mistress is but the Moon,
Whereas his love is his reality, and more...