i.
Betwixt the rice paddies
And the mountain's of green;
Walk's mine soulmate,
Philippines queen.
ii.
Her breath
The cloud's, billows the air;
Her graceful step's,
Stride with her hair.
iii.
O' how I wish, I couldst
Fly through the air;
I'm trapped in the flesh,
I want to be there.
iv.
I want to be there
To sink in the sea;
Sing Jane a lullaby,
Yet seems as a dream.
v.
Though verily I love her,
certes, her blood do I bleed;
Her hand do I need
To comfort mine
Own.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi mou)
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
i.
Betwixt the rice paddies
And the mountain's of green;
Walk's mine soulmate,
Philippines queen.
ii.
Her breath
The cloud's, billows the air;
Her graceful step's,
Stride with her hair.
iii.
O' how I wish, I couldst
Fly through the air;
I'm trapped in the flesh,
I want to be there.
iv.
I want to be there
To sink in the sea;
Sing Jane a lullaby,
Yet seems as a dream.
v.
Though verily I love her,
certes, her blood do I bleed;
Her hand do I need
To comfort mine
Own.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi mou)
