Maangi Mongare Kevin Biography

Ah! who be more Valentine, more rich in romance
Of more ways modern but fragrance preserve
Rich in roses and lilies world gives in advance
So sweet and sublime than that men deserve?
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Love, call it not decent my own take
But love being not madness on venture verges
Thriving not in pure pride, nor a shake
In waves but from water like lily emerges
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When in bad terms with you and your heart hurts
I moan the bad morn that bred that day
And worse the fate that faces our hearts
Biding a bye to such beauty all my way
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Love, who we aren't in bad terms even when
I prick her pots of roses, and she pinches mine
You're worth flowers, fresh, now and then
Sweet scented petals, so soft and fine
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When passion isn't love and my love roses espy
I'm to tears, married and my possessions part
I'm with my roses sans love who hadn't reply
Not lonely but in yards kissing flowers' dirt
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