Sonnet Viii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

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
But such scent in petals be better a comfort
Than my mate who like wind kisses my robe
And is away, but when back still cries a lot
Wishing that beauty isn't rare in my globe
Misfortunes be many, I, my whole self a plant
My love a rose in love with adored roses
And all affections I gave, to yards I grant
Were better if to roses too, I let possess

But love in you all trust and love is lain
For you be medic, cure to such pain