Sonnet Xlii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

When I miss my love, see I life's ages as summer
dust
And longer moan love wasted, dead to men's
potions
Who have my love sweetly enchanted, drawn to
lust
Weep for the sky above, create queens of reasons
My mind can think, men with roses can't compare
So longer look I for my mistress, in yards and lanes
But miss I her lovely gesture, here and there
Wondering what love snatcher always gains
Back to yards, tread I again in vain, pluck a rose
That my hands gently caress, kiss we kiss
Not known is love who's lost and as a rose arose
For she, a rose resembles, sweet not to miss

Count seasons past, more when I miss you, love
For seconds missing you, is as years, slow, behave