By Jove

You use to call me Jupiter

Saying I gave off a regal energy

You could have sworn I was a King in a past life

Present, but not overbearing. Large, but not overwhelming.

A force to encompassing to ignore.

But now you’re gone

377.63 million miles apart

Me a gas giant, and you just full of hot air.

You got yourself someone new already

But at least I have my moons.

So I guess that’s something.