And, even if I caught the moon
And brought it to your door,
You’d treat me like an old dragoon
Who forfeited the war.

It makes no sense to even try
To be your cherished pet;
One thing’s as clear as any sky:
Your needs just can’t be met.

And so I’ll find another queen
Who won’t abuse her rule.
And you can go and scour the scene
To find another fool.

Remember, though, who that may be,
They’ll never love you more than me.

Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash

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