Sonnet Xxxiv Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Sip from a glass of wine and taste her lips
My mistress', sweet flesh and blood combined
Some say money, something worth not her hips
Sorted by honey, nature's food most refined
Say a word, joke and tease my queen
But my one word lets her fragrance spray
Just annoy an angel, has her eyes calm & keen
But I appear, her countenance is free from gray
To queens who by you lay such trust
And whose complexion is as sun of morn
All converge at love's finest breast
And all such hearts, I, my kindness don

And by such lines sure be in love with loves
Whose hearts are sweet still, loving halves