Find Thy Last Kiss

Look yonder with thy fair sight,
Since for fancying maiden is on the rise,
For stolen breath did she take,
With her coral lips to take thy life,
Oh why not end thy country men's life?
Yet to remove and leave a sacred taste,
Never more may I sleep,
Never more may I vent,
I, the foolish Moon,
Chasing thy vibrant Sun,
Always too slow, too late,
I must speed alone,
Till the next eclipse,
I await of thy breath taking beauty.