Sonnet Iii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

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?
No such bright light can proud sun bring
Nor any star, your complexion copy
But your finger fitting better in no ring
Nor golden ornaments level you, zippy
With worth of clouds such silken silver
Don in sweet tablets as the midnight attire
Best medication to my severe love's fever
And my world's all romance, you, hotter fire


When in possession of you, the golden spark
All chambers ignite, even the dearest dark