Sonnet Vi Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

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
I see myself as by land and heaven cursed
And take time to recollect thoughts and lines
With sorrow do summon you from where I'm cast
And dirty, try to cleanse your hurt signs
At the set of the high eye of the eve
My sorrows are down and joy sets I
You the queen that the king, does give
Her heart to make her not to sob again

By such a word, my princes and love know
Love I, you, with many ways left to show