I Glimpsed The Moon In My Heart Tonight

O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

There are things I want to focus on now.
Things I need to be busy with.
There is someone else I need to be now.

But my heart is a treacherous thing.

And though I know that this is wrong,
I can't help but smile
At this sweet torment.