I shalt taketh her to the tadpole galaxy
Than to hoag's object
Than we shalt bypass the whirpool galaxy
Than onto sombrero's bright swirl.....
Than onto the pinwheel galaxy
Wherein we shalt be its pinballs,
Than up against the blackness of God's curtain of the universe abroad.... Onto the Andromeda, LMC to, than the milky way, earth's creational dust brew....
Bode galaxy shalt open us, to terrace of the aura, I shalt swayeth with mine home (mi amour') of distant mascara....
Yet she needeth no mascara, for her eye's art already arousing, **** elegant picture's, a model made in birth, her poetic stature's daily groweth bigger....her look's art a trigger, to take thee to thy face, making thee SEEITH dream's of thing's of holy grace!!!! An elegant being, with the spirit of an eagle, she soar's me to planet x, she's pure.....

The opposite of evil!!!!!!

See others meet their soul mate's whilst their one life they liveth on earth,
Me and mine soulmate met long ago ages not on man's Richter scale,
But in a past life,
Wherein time doesn't keep itself...

I am her poet
Tis, she is mine muse
She is mine
As tis I am her's to,

To clear the tears from mi amour's eye's,
I shalt maketh mineself a clown!!!!
For the world to laugh at me
And for her to giggle,
Not cry....

She's a dying breed
Though
She's not dying to me
Seeith,
Me and her art unearthly
Flapping winged arms to ourn plume's to the moon,
Spiritually aware
With eachother in tune
For she is me
We art free
To cometh and goeth as we choose...
Tis just what cherubs do...
I shalt put a falcon feather in her hair
To court her mine!!!!!
In a liaison affair
For taking risk's we do dare
Yet their shalt be no ghouls, goblin's nor troll's there
To ruin ourn scene!!!


©Brandon nagley ( Lonesome poet's poetry)

aingeal,
Mine blood pressure when thou art near rises, not from anything bad, just a simple fact thineself maketh me tremble at thy beauty and at thine own angelic aura that surrounds thee. Thou art heaven to me, for when I looketh into thy cosmos iris, I canst seeith all creation pinpointed to a marvelous canvas portrait, and it maketh me cryeth......... Not a sadly cry, not a hurtful cry, a cry because all the grace I canst seeith in that iris, is as if God hath sent michelangelo in the core of thy lid's to showeth me a piece of heaven I've never known couldst exist here on a planet that's been ruined by it's own kind, disgustingly!!!! And looking into those michelangelo eyes of thy own, I canst seeith so much refinement and artistry, and so much love they giveth off to me, as something I've never known, I was looking into an iris of an aingeal, and thou art mine one and only aingeal sent from God to me, as I to thee...  What a blessing underserved!!!!

©By-Brandon nagley (Lonesome poet's poetry)

Amour'
Thyself shouldst knoweth
That thou art mine only queen,
No other soul to me belongeth....
Thou belongeth to me,
As tis I to thee,
Thou hath shown me heaven,
Thou hath set me free,
So please believe
Thou art what I want,
No other queen hast got me
Only thee mine amare of whom I want.
Heareth me?
I'll sayeth this again!
(Thou art who I want)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not them!
I am on mine bended knees for thou,
Canst thou seeith this?
I need thee in all vows!!!!
So just so thou knoweth,
It's only THEE whom I want
No other woman hath caught mine eye's
Their just false wordly front's,
But thou art real
Not another being,
I am thou lover
As thou art me
So before thou wilt believeth I want another
Guess what amour'?
Me and thee were made for eachother...
So no more questions,
Of course I ask them as well ,
So I canst talk!!!
For feeling how thou wilt feel....
But again it's only thee
The queen who's got mine heart
I seeith noone else
I seeith thou and me
Us
Ournselves......

I loveth thee mine queen
NOONE ELSE!!!!
Tis,
I'll sayeth it again
It's THEE whom I wanteth,

Noone else....



©By Brandon cory nagley
©Lonesome poets Poetry- creator/logo

For whilst I layeth down
And closeth mine ancient lid's....

I just wish mine amour' was here
To shelter me with her body,

To cuddle me with her kiss....




Goodnight HP family (;

If I couldst I wouldn't giveth her the world
For tis the world is to flawed
And other than that,
She's an angel!!
And because of that fact....
I'd giveth mine angel or
(Mi amour',) as thou knoweth her as.
All the heaven's
To be her garden,
To do as she pleases...
Though tis I haveth not much loot,
I shalt giveth her the clothes off mine back
To showeth her loves truth....
And that I'm just a begging peasant romantic
Banging at her angelic door!!!!
Calleth me a loving fool
But at least I'm a fool who knoweth pure amare ..

Everytime she feeleth a pain coming on
I feeleth it ten times MORE
Due to the fact we are one being!!!!!
She's mine amour'....