the lover and the loving

how can I be cool when, on me, shines the sun—
at most I’ll meet the moon; with her light I am seen;

see: when will you look straight, at what’s right before you,
and then when do you look up, and to the sky;

the lover sees, always, just the one way—
may the loving, then, look, always, to the light—

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