I’m Not Sure How an Orb in Turning Moves – Sonnet Thirty-Two

I’m not sure how an orb, in turning moves
I think I know how love, in turning, shows,
The orb, in smallest answer's turning proves
With orbits of a love that turning grows.
 
For love, like morning sun in highest rise,
Shines out in rays without concern's express
Of darken sky's decline or dark reprise,
For love’s full rise is true love's sure caress.
 
How deep that dark that fully rising finds,
Perhaps a dark that long awaits its end.
I’m sure no dark withstands full love inclined
To show its light in dark’s restraining spend.
 
Like day's sure coming might dark pass restrain,
In love's full passage, darkness’ ends contain.