I walked inside
This beautiful place;
Of yellow and gold.
Tis this place was
Made of energy;
And loving glow.
Whilst inside
I felt it's pain;
Tis I tooketh her stripes, inside this place.
It was mine Reyna's
Soul;
Of God.
I was in the central
Station;
Of her spiritual loft.
Asiatic plaster
Trimmed;
Resplendent awe.
I painted the ceiling's
With mine heart;
Letter's of love.
It tasted of mango
Within;
Succulent.
She cleaned mine sin
I shalt never leaveth her, not even in mine end;
As tis beyond death, I shalt still abode with her.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna/soulmate
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
I walked inside
This beautiful place;
Of yellow and gold.
Tis this place was
Made of energy;
And loving glow.
Whilst inside
I felt it's pain;
Tis I tooketh her stripes, inside this place.
It was mine Reyna's
Soul;
Of God.
I was in the central
Station;
Of her spiritual loft.
Asiatic plaster
Trimmed;
Resplendent awe.
I painted the ceiling's
With mine heart;
Letter's of love.
It tasted of mango
Within;
Succulent.
She cleaned mine sin
I shalt never leaveth her, not even in mine end;
As tis beyond death, I shalt still abode with her.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna/soulmate
