Her Love Poem by Newton Ray Ukwuoma

Her Love

Not so we are counted among Nature’s lovers
Though we are; those who are devout observers
Those who still read the rooster’s crow in sleep
And take no other cue from slumber’s grip
That dawn’s come and day’s clear of its covers
And Sun, Nature’s prince, in sight hovers
Not; but’s hovered about in systemic creep
By courtly stars, lust’rless without this trip
The Sun cherubs our earth, our food, our life
Naught without it abides save solar strife
And none else can its stately seat inhabit
That hides its giving light ‘round its orbit
For us the sun shines, the earth does so move
What then her recompense if not her love