Sonnet Xlvi Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Lo! Is my love from the darkness with golden glow
Clothed in slimy silver, just gentle and nubile
With hotter heat killing men from up and below
Whose among mistresses is such smile of style?
Love, tread well on the ground, melt men around
By summer's heat that your sweet heart contains
And face me for a crown, as your heart will pound
As I, your king, crown your head, all queen's pains
Stay close kiss the king, keep him calm and cool
For no hot king's broth shall mistresses taste
Ere sweeter queen's lips kiss, cool by tool
And sweeter palace love shall be, honey, in haste

When love, say I you're the sun, stars and moon
Mean I, other men's love be clouds, dust at noon