Dear grave keeper if today mine heart is to expire
Telleth mine mi amour'
I haveth a hundred more poems for her in the top drawer,
By the Cologne and incense attire...

Dear grave digger if today mine soul doth leave
Please telleth me amare
I was always there
Tis for her in heaven ill be watching
As tis mine love for her wilt forever be...

Dear midnight caretaker if right now mine skin frails
Telleth mine rose
Mine love was unlike any she's known
For she doth knoweth
It was on a different scale.....

Dear mortician if mine eye's do close
Tell her I wanted to marry her
And us to be adorned
In angel form
And black and white robes

Dear undertaker if this is the last time I writeth
Please telleth mine Spanish queen
She was mine dream,
Reality,
Amare
Amour
Mine only girl
Please telleth her sir.....

To meet me again
In that same cloud
The one around her moon...
On cloud number nine
In ourn special room.. .

Canst thou telleth for me sir.  ???

Thanks...
Brandon cory nagley .....



© Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry