i.
Long agone
Whence mine snivelling;
Mine heart throbbed, tis the world was a stab by Satan's ****
ii.
Amiss was I
Seeking in all the wrong places;
As they sayest, when it's we who don't seeketh, good cometh.
iii.
Foolish I was, to search and gander
I kneweth amour was real, where was it sleeping;
In a house, under the sea, in celestial safekeeping's?
iv.
Though I hadst a vision long ago, of what mine Reyna wouldst
Looketh like, tan-sand skin, a holy creature, no sin, dark sensual eyes; dusk hair of silk midnight, goddess frame, lip's of flame's.
v.
Her laugh untamed, she's wild and free, Asiatic doll of jaw-dropping string's, she's wrapped in tropical tree's, she bringeth me to mine knee's, as I'm her hari, she's mine queen, an her soul;
The brightest star in all of the heavenly father's universe........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/mine-angel dedication
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
i.
Long agone
Whence mine snivelling;
Mine heart throbbed, tis the world was a stab by Satan's ****
ii.
Amiss was I
Seeking in all the wrong places;
As they sayest, when it's we who don't seeketh, good cometh.
iii.
Foolish I was, to search and gander
I kneweth amour was real, where was it sleeping;
In a house, under the sea, in celestial safekeeping's?
iv.
Though I hadst a vision long ago, of what mine Reyna wouldst
Looketh like, tan-sand skin, a holy creature, no sin, dark sensual eyes; dusk hair of silk midnight, goddess frame, lip's of flame's.
v.
Her laugh untamed, she's wild and free, Asiatic doll of jaw-dropping string's, she's wrapped in tropical tree's, she bringeth me to mine knee's, as I'm her hari, she's mine queen, an her soul;
The brightest star in all of the heavenly father's universe........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/mine-angel dedication
