Sonnet Xxxvii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Stare at the morning sun and see my love of morn
Spot her very visage and know my love's bright
Spread, gold lining, on dimpled cheek or worn
Lasting as finest smile, fine mistress' right
Pluck not unkindly her soft apples fair
For no on this earth, grows such sole fruit
In her grows love, in me her affections rare
And men out diverge not such common route
And as young love's medic grows, eyes descry
Beauty hidden in stems rare roses have
As his prescription is beauty's memory try
Medicine to affections, drugs to my love

And you fairest be rarest, princess of land
My queen, who my pure potion, I hand