Shes simply.....
****
Sweet
A delight
Heavens treat...
A cherub,
A serpahim,
A chariot
Of heavens plum....
A cheribum,
A reader,
An angel
Past life soulmate and mine greeter...
One of woes
And stressed
Worries
She invests in...
Thinketh to much just as me
For tis I'm her,
For we art free.
She's unbound to worldly knowing
She's her own show...
Halo on her head
Close thine eyes when she glows!!!
Though open thy eye's
When thou want to seeith,
Everything heàven offer's
She healeth me when I bleedeth...
She's, mine
Mi amour
Mi amare
Mine child
So fair,
Alluring
Appealing,
Charming
Dazzling,
Delicate
Delightful
Elegant, fragile
Insightful,
Helper
Of others,
Sister
Lonely
As her feathers...
She hast wing's
She flappeth them at night.
When her moon cometh out
Her worries turn bright.
Gorgeous
Graceful
Giving
Unwasteful,
Marvelous
Pleasing
Maketh me wait
She's teasing
Splendid
Stunning
Superb
Poetic words of her's art flowing and running.....
She turneth me on
She maketh me see
Everything I wanted before
In a lost boys dreams...
Though I've told thee
I kneweth her from lightyears away,
When wilt she maketh me hers?
I guess I'll have to wait ..
Though I'm not patient,
For her I shalt be....
Because that's true love...
Waiting on thee......
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
Shes simply.....
****
Sweet
A delight
Heavens treat...
A cherub,
A serpahim,
A chariot
Of heavens plum....
A cheribum,
A reader,
An angel
Past life soulmate and mine greeter...
One of woes
And stressed
Worries
She invests in...
Thinketh to much just as me
For tis I'm her,
For we art free.
She's unbound to worldly knowing
She's her own show...
Halo on her head
Close thine eyes when she glows!!!
Though open thy eye's
When thou want to seeith,
Everything heàven offer's
She healeth me when I bleedeth...
She's, mine
Mi amour
Mi amare
Mine child
So fair,
Alluring
Appealing,
Charming
Dazzling,
Delicate
Delightful
Elegant, fragile
Insightful,
Helper
Of others,
Sister
Lonely
As her feathers...
She hast wing's
She flappeth them at night.
When her moon cometh out
Her worries turn bright.
Gorgeous
Graceful
Giving
Unwasteful,
Marvelous
Pleasing
Maketh me wait
She's teasing
Splendid
Stunning
Superb
Poetic words of her's art flowing and running.....
She turneth me on
She maketh me see
Everything I wanted before
In a lost boys dreams...
Though I've told thee
I kneweth her from lightyears away,
When wilt she maketh me hers?
I guess I'll have to wait ..
Though I'm not patient,
For her I shalt be....
Because that's true love...
Waiting on thee......
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
