Sonnet Xxxix Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

A sweet glance at seasons, roses of late spring
Warmth of white-cold winter love and autumn
Summer's scorching sun, less love does bring
Wonder I nature sweet, and how does come
Is a suit in clear sky, clean with midday sun
Whose longer rays kiss mistresses on beach
But for summer sweetness' sake, speaks not son
Whose bride's been touched at ray's reach
But winter comes, with ire as keener wind
Filled with troubled frost, snow and cold
Gathers lovers, summer's divide in mind
And lets frosted lovers' arms, tightly hold

But here is love of all seasons, I only have
You're back, forth, much in love, we have