Sonnet Xliv Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

My love is like lightning, like thunder strikes
Flashes like a migraine against my love cranium
Making my head suffer in strangled spikes
That common pills, when I take, can't keep calm
Has her affections with anger roughly mixed
Like dust and grain in a fiery whirlwind
Keeps her mouth shut when highly vexed
But screams again when my love isn't her mind
And when, I, love's medic do drugs prescribe
Feed her at love's strongest point and flavour
Letting affections afresh won and her body vibe
Her illness leaves, loves sweet as one time favour


At a second glance at you, love, smile and smile
For your medic is me, and love as drugs, in style.