Maangi Mongare Kevin Poems

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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Love, roses be cheap for your complexion's worth
And carnations clear, not worth your way
If roses, red and white be under such math
With features refined we kneel and pray
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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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Love, who be no counterfeit
More of nature, more of sweetness
I, with my eyes see heaven's gate
Featured with your smile, kindness
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When in distaste of after love and life ends
I turn around and back to face the yard
Where flowers, offended, grew with trends
That romantic madness never saw a bard
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Thinking, thinking of love away from me
Miles away, trust kept in the deepest part
More than sun of morn, you shine I see
The features you own, of loving heart
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Call me by warm names when winter winds blow
And cool me by icy skins and summer summons
Its hot feathers to keep it flying low
Low to the grounds, low to degrees of dawns
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