I walked inside
This beautiful place;
Of yellow and gold.

Tis this place was
Made of energy;
And loving glow.

Whilst inside
I felt it's pain;
Tis I tooketh her stripes, inside this place.

It was mine Reyna's
Soul;
Of God.

I was in the central
Station;
Of her spiritual loft.

Asiatic plaster
Trimmed;
Resplendent awe.

I painted the ceiling's
With mine heart;
Letter's of love.

It tasted of mango
Within;
Succulent.

She cleaned mine sin
I shalt never leaveth her, not even in mine end;
As tis beyond death, I shalt still abode with her.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna/soulmate