i.

Tis mine everything is leaving
Tis she's leaving for a day;
Though just a day, mine soul shalt leaveth
And shalt return unto the grave.

ii.

Until she returneth
Mine spirit shalt be departed;
She's the one keeping me alive
She's mine angel of the creator's garden.

iii.

Tis it may sound funny
Because tis just one day;
The fact is I canst not breathe
When mine earl Jane nagley is away.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication