Sonnet Xxiii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Reflections see I, from love, loved well
Who to be with me is promise made
With who I'm warm, love rings a bell
A queen, as she treads afront, as reed
Shakes her hip and men wither alone
Sweet when smiles, cheeks like petals
And aside isn't love long seen forgone
But copy of roses and tulips as totals
Here complexion too is golden
Glistering in both sun and the dark
As good as roses rare in the garden
Be better queens, whose love I mark

Sweet be it, queens be and love afresh
Bitter be, and you be tears, in a rush