She is as the heart in mine chest
Pumping mine cruor,
She is the the Latin caress
That maketh me feeleth newer,
She is mine lung's behind mine ribs
To giveth me breathe,
Til mine last day
I shalt giveth all I hath left....
She is mine brain parked inside mine skull
To giveth me brainwaves
A life force
Of God......
She is mine eyes to showeth me heaven
She is mi amour'
In angelic terms
( Elsa angelica, a soul so intrepid)
She is mine conscience In the darkness of night
Turning bad dreams
Into beautiful things,
Giving day in mine fright...
Tis she is mine life
I'll scribble this same type of love
A many times over,
That's just amour', something of above, not a place of man made gold and silver....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
She is as the heart in mine chest
Pumping mine cruor,
She is the the Latin caress
That maketh me feeleth newer,
She is mine lung's behind mine ribs
To giveth me breathe,
Til mine last day
I shalt giveth all I hath left....
She is mine brain parked inside mine skull
To giveth me brainwaves
A life force
Of God......
She is mine eyes to showeth me heaven
She is mi amour'
In angelic terms
( Elsa angelica, a soul so intrepid)
She is mine conscience In the darkness of night
Turning bad dreams
Into beautiful things,
Giving day in mine fright...
Tis she is mine life
I'll scribble this same type of love
A many times over,
That's just amour', something of above, not a place of man made gold and silver....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
