Sonnet Xvii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Lo! Watch my mistress walk, tread away
And see the beauty so lacked on earth
And know she's one worth roses all we pray
Wish my mistress know your health
Look at the roses, red, grown on her chest
And know where yards of earth are sweet
Sweet be music, but her voice is best
Her complexion light, no darker than night
On earth, faces be painted, red and green
Garments be worn, torn and long
But never such beauty has the world seen
My mistress, who to heart is, me belong

By verse, you have eternal beauty refined
And by heart, my feelings for you defined