Sonnet Xxviii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

My princess' visage, when I face is sun
And smile real ray kissing my countenance
If flowers be known, mine isn't done
If mine be known, then a jewel a distance
More like music, but her sound love
Her face be no white, red but rose is
Hair be long, long, that horses have
Need soft see cotton, but better this
Faces be gems, clay earth and grey
Painted lips and dusted chins and cheeks
But this whose scent be nature's spray
Be great beauty and that men can't fix

You, who grew as that and nature preserved
Eternal beauty in you, with me is reserved