The Moon

At ev’ry distance across the globe Tis only as big as thy thumb Deep in my memory my thoughts do probe As a chill begs my fingers go numb To the nip of the night I shall not succumb For the blood in my breast doth yet boil The thought of your touch turns my heart to a drum Though the ache of the sea strains its toil The distance afar, our love it did spoil Separated through time and space To only thee I remain ever loyal Entertaining no other embrace Unto that great orb I align my gaze Hoping thy too doth mimic my ways