I Don't Bother

I don't bother, 

I enter your boudoir 

To romance you, 

I don't bother 

To be caught red-handed 

By the supercilious moon.

Your moony face 

Makes me mad, 

Your nearness 

It makes me blissful. 

Yes, 

I don't bother 

To be caught red-handed 

By the Zephyr passing 

Near your window. 

Let the Zephyr, 

Let the moon see our union, 

And I am sure 

Their orenda will not work 

Even before our trueness.