I peered out my window, then gasped in stare
For, what I hoped to see just was not there.
I had hoped to see the radiant shine
Of that beautiful Moon and Stars of mine.

But darkness, only, filled my troubled gaze
And my Moonlit world was set out of phase.
I sat and pondered, 'just how can this be?'
Had I turned my Moonlight away from me?

So my nights passed in darkness; truly grim,
Cursed by silence where once, a Starlit-hymn
Until upon the day after Moonless nights,
Through my window shone countless Starry lights.

So, in my romantic, ecstatic glee
I heard not her say, "I shine not for thee".
Yet, deep inside something heard that lament,
But I ignored my core to save torment.

Thus, when I see these Moon and Stars of mine
I admire her nightly, beauteous shine
And refuse to accept, refuse to see,
That my Moon and Stars have now turned from me.