Don’t call me the seductive Sun, <br />That stretches out to burn every flower chosen, <br />Burning itself out, before darkness spreads her hair, <br />All its charms it has spun. <br /> <br />Don’t call me the stealthily staking Moon, <br />With her clouded memory reigns bright solitary, <br />In lunar milky glow her blemishes show, <br />Her imperfections enhance her beauty. <br /> <br />Don’t call me that denounced outcaste Star, <br />Seeking her beau, like a flash of forgotten dew, <br />Under the aegis of what gods from a universe afar <br />She diligently tries to reach out to you. <br /> <br />Don’t compare me to the passing spring, <br />That throws fleeting banquets on the run, <br />Lightning
