i.
Ensconce we shalt do
Queen so true;
In the new heaven, and new earth.
ii.
An epistle I do leaveth thee
By the portal of tangerine;
Wherein we shalt meet, hovering the satellite's.
iii.
We shalt during these moment's
Haveth epiphany's;
Of all knowledge, no wickedness, no enemie's.
iv.
As thou layest
Thine brow upon mine rib's;
I'll feeleth the holy spirit, engulf me in holy matrimony bliss.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
i.
Ensconce we shalt do
Queen so true;
In the new heaven, and new earth.
ii.
An epistle I do leaveth thee
By the portal of tangerine;
Wherein we shalt meet, hovering the satellite's.
iii.
We shalt during these moment's
Haveth epiphany's;
Of all knowledge, no wickedness, no enemie's.
iv.
As thou layest
Thine brow upon mine rib's;
I'll feeleth the holy spirit, engulf me in holy matrimony bliss.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
