Sonnet Xxii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Thinking, mystery mystery mystery
One had I in heart, had I in mind
Was to call a friend, one, just try
But left in doubt, me a joke behind
Now that love be savage, pure pain
Memory fresh, as guarded by heart
Whose love be strong, alive again
Trusted you, never this boy hurt
But dear friend, who be first
Fancied your sweet time past, well
Today, tomorrow, who does fast
Than me for you, in their heart dwell

Is vision, not sure who you be
But trust you, written is love from me