They say men go crazy looking at the moon, <br /> <br />please think me not a loon. <br />Though 'tis strange to be jealous of him. <br />Each night, with silvery beams he kisses her skin. <br />and possesses the high luminescence to make her sigh and swoon. <br /> <br />they say men go crazy looking at the moon.<br /><br />Douglas Felker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jealousy-102/
