La Lune De L’Amour

Lovers call you la Lune De L’Amour.
How many love scenes you must have lit.
Your crescent bow and beams have hit more
than poor Cupid's arrows ever hit
and yet you look so lonely to me;
Rapunzel with your long hair of gold.
If you want, I’ll keep you company
for, I too, have got no one to hold.