Tis, she holdeth, the key of life
She is the fount, whom shalt be mine wife;
I was seeping, of crimson Tide
Thus she used her heart's tourniquet, I cameth alive.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Tis, she holdeth, the key of life
She is the fount, whom shalt be mine wife;
I was seeping, of crimson Tide
Thus she used her heart's tourniquet, I cameth alive.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
