i.

Betwixt the rice paddies
And the mountain's of green;
Walk's mine soulmate,
Philippines queen.

ii.

Her breath
The cloud's, billows the air;
Her graceful step's,
Stride with her hair.

iii.

O' how I wish, I couldst
Fly through the air;
I'm trapped in the flesh,
I want to be there.

iv.

I want to be there
To sink in the sea;
Sing Jane a lullaby,
Yet seems as a dream.

v.

Though verily I love her,
certes, her blood do I bleed;
Her hand do I need
To comfort mine
Own.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi mou)