Men, when thineself findeth a woman, treat her as a queen,
Not a memory on paper,
Not a material,

See her inside wherein the treasure of god is stored up,
For her inside is a bible amongst the heavens,
Listeneth to her_
Lavish her,
Giveth comfort when she's wearied!!

And queens,
Dost thou heareth me!?

Treat your men as kings,
Waddle him with thy love , not things!!!!!!
For a man cannot be bought by fast food,
If so,
The wrong man he is for thee to.

Connect souls to one another,
Yes thou men and thy women,
Make everyday a thanksgiving,

For thy love was endowed by thy creator!!!!!!


As for me,  and mine love
I remind her daily
She is a queen and best friend and mi amour to me.
Because I don't taketh mine days for granite none more....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry