Sonnet Iv Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

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
Love isn't leisure but pleasure's tears
Off the blind love's eyes not love blind
Love not suggestive but silent with ears
That be more pain than hornet's behind
Love knows not seconds but is constant
Persistent, lasting more in memory than pain
Love too like cold, to summer hell important
If with delight, merry, if furious, a bad stain


And love, you, whose brain this has and knows
The world learns from you as it, rounds goes