My Woman Iii Poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi

Where else shall we go to my love?
Nowhere is new under the sun.
Nothing, except when a man
After countless others, gets a wife.
Shall we climb from the mountains
To the moon at midnight?
There, I'd listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat.
Shall we to the orchard of fruits and flowers,
Were we would have red roses without thorns,
We'd obey our hearts and give all to love
For nothing is good, save your sweet presence
Which I'd cherish to eternity of years!

Come closer; tell me of your resistance.
For me, my body has been tortured
And wounded because I refused to bend
To invaders of our young love.