The only time I canst rest
Is when mine mi amour' is at peace...

The only time I canst breathe
Is when mi amour' sayeth she loveth me....

The only time I feeleth
Is when mi amour's around....

The only time im living
Is when mi amour pulleth me up from the ground...

The only time I feeleth fine
Is when I tasteth mi amour's wine...

The only time, I looseth track of time
Is when I seeith her picture, it's ****, queen like and divine...

The only night's anymore I shalt sleep
Is when mi amour writes, that it's mine heart that she keeps...

The only time mine day starts out well
Is knowing she's there, in mine prison cell...

The only time anything maketh any sense.....................
Is when mine mi amour' is happy and content....................



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry