i.
I slumbereth inside her soul
Whilst I glory amongst her gold;
There art treasure's there of old
As Angel's singeth hymn's of solomon.
ii.
Her spirit to me is a guide
Her eye's I sinketh in, slide;
From her Filipino Tagalog
I'll taketh a celestial ride.
iii.
Calm I am with her ambience
Embalmed I am, in her gladness;
I shalt swimmeth across the isthmus
To reacheth her, in the Asiatic distance.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
i.
I slumbereth inside her soul
Whilst I glory amongst her gold;
There art treasure's there of old
As Angel's singeth hymn's of solomon.
ii.
Her spirit to me is a guide
Her eye's I sinketh in, slide;
From her Filipino Tagalog
I'll taketh a celestial ride.
iii.
Calm I am with her ambience
Embalmed I am, in her gladness;
I shalt swimmeth across the isthmus
To reacheth her, in the Asiatic distance.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
