i.

Tommorrow might not cometh
The night might not showeth;
The reaper might taketh me.

ii.

The star's mayest fail
Mine heart might be impaled;
Clotted crimson mayest cover me.

iii.

The cumulus might bring hail
Mine eye's shalt closeth;
This spirit to be renewed.

iv.

Though in all this pain
Next to me, mine sweetest Jane;
Mine angel of God, mine cherub moon.

v.

So if I do goeth
Dearest amour', alway's knoweth;
Forever I shalt, loveth thou to.


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