She's a *******,
To all the little light pin-points in the sky....
She's heaven,
With the moon to be her eyes..

Things art never so good
Until mi amour' cometh around,
Than the hellion doth run
From her presence of light, pure and unbound.....
She always knoweth how,
To giveth me anew
She's everything wonderful,
She's the queen of soo true....
Her godly orifice speaketh wisdom of angel's who sing
I wait daily, for me in her abode to bring....
A scholar of books
Of the fantasy she read's,
But she's all so real to me....
A prior life lover
A precedent fortune
Still a blessing today.....
For her do I always listen....
For one day I shalt stand in her room
Laying down in her bed
Cooking in her kitchen...
Making supper's of romantic's
With amare candled sticks......
A queen and king of faraway....
A extraterrestrial kiss...

Like lazurus, I was dead for a many long day's,
The queen cameth to greet me, to SAVETH ME from mine way's.
Her vibrant gleaming was beaming wherein mine body didst lay,
She put her hand upon me, wiped mine ****** face.
The cruor disappeared, tis I was made brand new,
The fourth day I awoke, I spoke for mine muse....
To telleth her I loveth her, and I needeth her to,
She fleweth me to heaven, in a chariot view....
Now we rest in the celestial's, sitting on rocket ship stool's,
Making stardust for children, whilst ourn abode is the moon...

She sayeth I inspire her,
No she inspire's me
Wanna knoweth why?
She giveth me life,
She helpeth me breathe...
For thus I was blind,
Yet now I do see...
Because of mi amour'
Because of mine queen ...

I don't think so highly of mineself,
Yet when I looketh inside her,
I seeith everything good about me.. .
And that maketh me realize
The good soul I haveth ..
By the blessed soul she haveth....
As tis me and her
Art the same. .

I see mine queen, her brown eye's, to,
I see her view, so much beauty, so true
And I think to mineself
She mine mi amour'............

I seeith the sky with her moon, moon of night
The luminescent sun, with her smile so bright
And tis, I think to mineself
She's mine mi amour'!!!!!!!!

The colors of her words, so unknown to mankind,
An angel of God, a writer in disguise...
I seeith her showing love, asking other's ( how dost thou do?)
She's just being her, as tis she loveth helping me and thou to...

When I heareth her crying, I heareth her moan.
She's mine all, I'd taketh her pain, and cleareth her white as snow
Because I think to mineself.......
She's mine mi amour'!!!!!

Yes, tis, I think to mineself..........

SHE'S MINE MI AMOUR'..............

I needeth to feeleth
Her tongue and kiss
The secretion saliva slowly hit
And maketh me shake
And beg for more
Whispering softly,
MI AMOUR'
Whilst locking finger's
Ourn Palm's get sweaty
Trapped in the moment
Cuddling hungry
Whilst feet do touch
**** by choice
To stroke her hair
Her quiet angel voice
To scratch her skin
With mine own nails
To feel the drench
Of ourn own tale
To see the moonlight
In her eyes
No thoughts of death
Nor suicide
I'll taketh the ride
Into her soul
Wherein were one
Eachother's home
In ourn own globe
Ourn little world
A little boy
One little girl
I'll giveth her pearls
And diamonds to
Just to say
A love so true
Yet loves not money
Or pirate loot
For she's mine treasure
Of heavenly pursuit....

Her smile and hair
Queen like fair
As her skin layeth bare
I want to feeleth it's amare,
Rubbing against mine body...

Whenever I writeth her I knoweth she loveth me...
Because when I do write,
She Bud's out
Like a rose
Opening up its pedals in mid-day sun.....
And she feeleth so good opening up...

As I took a trip
Into the great beyond
Inside of her brain,
I saweth all of heaven
Written in Spanish,
Mi amour' was her name...