Sonnet Xxvii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Move closer love, be not a scattered cloud
And pick a white rose, most formal suit
For in my time I've loved, but not as loud
As young folks brag from head to foot
Gently kiss its petals and get some scent
Scent that in you is, as blood in men
Suck nectar, have my hidden taste spent
That love breeds, and turns to children
And all you can lay breasts on a plate
That manhood gives, serious strength
And moonlight seduction till early late
Will commence, sweet for our health

Such a verse, I think it fit, though old
Make you come, my love, good as gold