Sonnet Xviii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Whose love be more summer, take I pride
Whose complexion be natural, no ink
Who with fools plays not, bard's bride
Who be more white than pink rose's pink
When such sun of morn just does smile
When I abuse false countenance again
When love be love, gentle and nubile
When others be sad, mad and bad, in pain
Why lie I time much on fortune's touch
Why with you sweet life be, in and out
Why? Now know with ink they be, much
Well sweeter be you, all can't live without

Who be no fake, knows much and love
You be sweeter than fake ink, fake have