Sonnet Vii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

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
I by such side lie, comfort all finding
Like buds to summer's delicate blooming part
And you be much bright as sun in morning
And dim in disgrace as day's dark on hat
And by your affections, night, day and two
And love that to all I give not but you
There forms roots, strong bond sign too
That you can't by me cry, but get love true

And when love met by affections loves
Love, my eyes face you, my heart, you serves