Sonnet Xliii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

No longer taste lips for longer sweeter do lie
When clothed with honey and complexion fake
More and more such countenance does only spy
On kings and queens for the throne's sake
Keep and keep the summers scorching heat
For in winter winds you'll bend for warmth
And as seasons push on their timely beat
Wear no your body, be better in health
For I will pray this past as in the future back
Be, be with affections bound, love more fair
And whenever flowers, carnations, rosés lack
You, one, will in my possession be, trust rare


And for longer terms, wrong or long will I use
That tend to call your heart, to join the muse.