|Suping has her heart set on the
Undaunted by their distance, she alone
Prepares for her perfection, as my moon
In sick and giddy love blocks all but Mars.
Never such sweet hours have I known,
Granted I must give her star-time soon!
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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