Sonnet Xxv Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

My love is a rose, of late spring
Whose content be rare, summer's sweet
A rose, red and white, joy does bring
Complexion constant, you feel no heat
I sometimes such sweet rose espy
And close, get I fragrance within
And whenever such sweet scent miss I, I cry
Though a flower, I call be dearest kin
In such a verse see I petals fresh
And such her cheeks be, in a smile
That constant be, in her, my flesh
And by such with you, I go some mile

Sometimes sorrow be, morn and eve
But look at you, be sweet by joy you give