When in her presence,
I humbly drop to mine knees....
Not just because she's mi amour,
But because she's mine queen...
And whilst holding up by mine forearm's
I seeith her night-gown floweth,
As the tiera on her head
Maketh me fall when it gloweth...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
When in her presence,
I humbly drop to mine knees....
Not just because she's mi amour,
But because she's mine queen...
And whilst holding up by mine forearm's
I seeith her night-gown floweth,
As the tiera on her head
Maketh me fall when it gloweth...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
