i.

Ensconce we shalt do
Queen so true;
In the new heaven, and new earth.

ii.

An epistle I do leaveth thee
By the portal of tangerine;
Wherein we shalt meet, hovering the satellite's.

iii.

We shalt during these moment's
Haveth epiphany's;
Of all knowledge, no wickedness, no enemie's.

iv.

As thou layest
Thine brow upon mine rib's;
I'll feeleth the holy spirit, engulf me in holy matrimony bliss.



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