Sonnet Xiii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Loving, loving a new course of you, love
Who by heaven has loved me well
In debts, I will at all time you have
In heart that's clean, never been her cell
Refined, you be fragile, delicate young rose
Shaking in the wind which its petals kisses
And fragrance sweeter, envied by all those
This love despised, now claim love this misses
Now sure as time, you rose from small bud
Emerged with vigour, scent sweeter than perfume
You be at all time the only rose in yard
And under moon that I be with, I groom

When swear I, one I love loves, I mean
Love, sweet with me, romantic and clean.