I canst not sleepeth,
From the fact
I think of her
More than she knoweth,
Mine appetite for her doth groweth....
For her,
I'm a hungry beast...
Tis a beast a man becometh,
When its an angel who engulf's him. 
And mine angel,
Is mine all to me...
Mine mi amour'...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry