Filipino immortal of time
I'm courting thee now;
And making thou mine

We both kneweth
This day wouldst arrive;
Now taketh mine hand, stand by mine side.

I hadst amour'
For thee, for so long;
Now let's maketh, the sweetest amare song.

Ourn affection, tis obvious
For all to see;
We art the real deal, not some farce dream.

As tis we shalt meet,
As thou shalt get that engineering degree;
I'll taketh a trip, or we'll meet in between.

I'm courting thee now,
Tribal of tropic's;
I'll get ****** in thy saliva, bodie's close, bliss the main topic.

None material's needed
As ourn belief's state;
Ourn devotedness, not some internet kiss, everlasting mate's.

So now thou shalt knoweth
Thou hath been courted;
To showeth thee mine love, and to me thou art more important.

Other's shalt judge
As other wilt mock;
Yet we shalt be happy, in romantic cot's

Even if we art poor
With none food on the table;
Ourn love shalt speaketh loudly, none words needed, nor label's.

We shalt write poetry
As it becometh true;
Sweetest earl Jane, just wanted to sayeth, I loveth thou more to.

Tagalog language, thou shalt teacheth me better
Queen earl Jane;
This is thine courting letter.

I'm not all the other's
As thou doth see;
I am thy Hari, thou art mine Reyna, in whom I believe.

As I knoweth thou don't feeleth
Good enough for man, nor God;
Just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine, and God's all.

I just wanted to let thee knoweth
I looketh up to thine light;
Thou inspireth me so much, as to other's, thou art vital to life.

So when thou feeleth down
And wanting to leap out of thy brawn;
Remember tommorrow ill be here, as well as ourn own god.

This is mine courtship letter
As now I'm courting thee;
We both want it and need it, mine best friend, life, and queen...

I loveth thee so much
We both none more canst hide;
Thou art mine Earl Jane, thou art mine life....



To thee; dearest Earl Jane..................




©Brsndon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/あある じぇえん

i

Her Bayanihan entity, maketh me Muni-muni in the dusk
Her Humaling for me is relishing, alleluia for her, wanderlust;
I wilt court her mine soon, so she shalt knoweth all is bona fide
I'll taketh her hand in courtship, pushing all the past hurt aside.

ii

I wilt Siping with her in the sugar, in the bowl she dip's her hand
I'll dip mine finger's as well deep inside, inside her mind of tan;
I'll draweth her name on cardboard, and use black marker to,
Like bairn's in yard's, with relic yarn, I'll connect to mine muse.

iii

And thus to be fused, from ourn electrical sensual Spark's
Naked in the world's view, just as actor's, playing the stage part;
Though tis no script, this page is written by ourn amorous desire
Indigenous bodie's, to light the torches, love HOTT, all sweet fire.

iv

Mango to be viscid, between me and her's succulent tang
Her arm's wrapped around mine neck, not letting go, she hang's;
She is Makisig in perfect perfection, wearing a domino mask
Ballroom style, she driveth me wild, her love tis free, not a task.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

I thought it was
Mine heart
Beating in mine chest;
Yet found out
It was mine Queen's beat
As mine and her's
We're the same

Pulsing in melodic rhythm........



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
© あある じぇえん

Ive been in prison
And hated the feeling of being some animal
In a cage;
Though I wouldn't mind being a prisoner
In mine Reyna's soul
Wherein it's warm and whole...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん/earl Jane dedication

•
                                                               ­           I called out for a king,








    .........You came to me,







                                                 And rescued my heart.





                           © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.

Like an Oriental statue
She sit's upon a volcano;
As her beauty errupt's........


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

Whilst in mine death
I want mine queen
To smother mine lip's
With her's;
And taketh
Mine last breathe.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

i

Mount Malindang calleth me, it showeth me mine queen is there
She resteth up upon the greenery, picturesque perfect, I stare;
Inside the emulsion picture, her smile paint's the walls with red
Red for the love she engulf's me in, as roses align her sloped bed.

ii

Sketched on is her hairdo, beehive swathed, fairy tale written
Her wing's hath Baguette's, as tis the Baguette's art from heaven;
Comely she supplyeth, a king's every need's, as tis amour' we feed
Companied she warm's me, swarms me, ourn amare to all leak's.

iii

Concourse of the multitude, gathering beneathe ourn sloped hut
Ourn roof may be a little leaky, though ourn affection wilt fill up;
As tis we our a abode to ourselves, no straw mansion needed
A Convocation of cheribum watcher's, protect us in rainy season.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©,あある じぇえん

•

                                                I hold your hand tight,


    And let you soar with me,

                                    Into the lofty skies,

                                                         ­ Spending time together,

                                                      ­                           Under the illumination,

                            Of the romantic moon and stars,

          Throwing all worries and sighs of life,

                                                     And leaving the world behind,


'Cause just being there by your side,

                                           Is already my everything.




                                  We ascend higher,


Above the clouds and played into the paradise of our love,

                    Our laughs echoed into our world,

                A world were only you and me existed,

                           A world of peace and love,

                                 A world of our own,

                        A world with no distractions,



                                               ­                                   Just you and me,

                             A perfect world more than we can imagine.






                                                 ­                                            We dance along,

                                                         ­                 Into the rhythm of our love,

                                                          ­       We sing along,

                                                       The music of our hearts,

                                                        ­                                      We shout along,

                  The happiness that just freed it's cage,



                                 We just praise God,


                                                        ­                  That it's just you and me,


                                         Together!






                        Those love and promises that we enunciate,


Gives us more strength,

      To keep a firmer grip,

                And hold unto each other,

                           But holding hands isn't just enough!

                                                 And so we enfold each other,

                                      Into the arms that assured the security of our love,

With the ablazing endearment,

         That gives us warmth,

                                                        ­  Gives us hope,

               That gives us life,

                                                          ­  And that lift us higher and higher,

                     Into the periphery of our bona fide love.





                                Having nothing in my life but you,

                                     Is already more than enough...




                                                  ­                                 © Earl Jane
                                                            ­                         ♥ E.J.C.S.

Her roots stretcheth back
To tribal times;
As tis she is a tribal girl
Wild, raw, ****, tropical,
Her wild eye's like a panther's at night
Turneth me on;
As tis I seeith the primal nature of them
Pierce right through mine soul....





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

I fell into her amare web
As tis mine heart was trapped;
Mine soul was in elevation
As tis her web of amour
Made mine heart clap......

And whilst in her web
She layed on me Asian potion;
She cuddled me, and gripped me
With her skin as a lotion
As tis  she's mine sweet devotion ..


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

i

In stormy sea's, And in the breeze, Wherein caliginosity doth hide
Behold mine morning glory, for thou art part of mine ****'s;
Whence death I hath came from, in the charnel house I laid
I was shackled in all debacle, lost, seeking, lonesome, in mine age.

ii

Thou hath disenthralled me, and hath taken me to thine hip's
Thine craft was shiny, seraphic blinding, I floated onto thy ship;
Hovered I didst, as if a nasa takeoff to thy outter layered space
Thou hath sweetened me, with Asian tea, and put honey to taste.

iii

Albeit I was just a campesino, with nothing to giveth mine dove
She soared me. Explored me, ourn kisses brought tear's of love;
Avouched me she hath done, she took mine side against the crowd, she hushes me with all compassion, her tiera Asiatic loud.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

•

Distance does matter,

                        When it comes to worldly relationships.




                                    But it doesn't matter at all,

                                  When it is a God-centered one.





As long as you connect each other to God,

  
                                  Then He will concatenate and secure,

                    Your hearts and souls together,



And He will surely,

          Give you miracles,

                      That'll show and prove you,




                                                       ­                    How He will find a way,

That you both will be together.



                           © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.