` What Then`
What poet would not write of love, sweet love
The sun, and the moon, and the stars above
What beauty would exist without these things
to gladen, enchanting our hearts to sing
What magic wonderment would fill each night
if not for stars blinking starry bright light
What would tease our curious minds to think
if not for a plump moon's bestowing wink
What source would enhance happiness and bliss
without sun's golden-orb's glorious kiss
What rose could grow, void of warm attention
What romance then, without moonlight's passion
What could light up your eyes as stars above
What Then? ~ would poets write, if not of Love