SONNET OF LOVE

I give you my words, much I may not know
Maiden with fairest mind and ample thought
To disprove the new love found in Lili’s court
Suckled hearts are left with dregs where buds grow

A landscape of tamed roses grow slow
Even in summer and solstice draught:
Moulded to preen an arrogant cut
Miles pleasures of love vibrate its flow

If my words are true, dreams mustn’t be same
All our paths’ flaws don’t lead to regret
Some seek to soar, even if it roars
To lay ambush on the game by its name
In love those laughers and tears, always fret
But the unlucky ones as we are, are biased

Written by: Justice Mmahi

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