Sonnet Xlviii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Love me, O love of queens, than their kings
And defile love's unloving portraits I paint
Perfuming my rooms, by that summer brings
For roses fragrance than yours are more faint
And dear friend, as much affections in me grow
As much lovely countenances men out desire
Swear I upon stars of day, your tears shall flow
And bless your fire by days all men admire
Noble men will kiss your robe, ring and shoe
Dust them off as they, king and queen they hail
Dreamer's by day shall dream, false is true
As I upon women, tread afront, see who I gale

True to kings, but they love not as I adore
You, when I call, we love, never die anymore