Physically I knoweth
That I dieth daily;
I just wanted mine Reyna to knoweth
Mine amour was not some maybe.

So just in case, more blood doth breach
Mine poem's told some, but not all of what mine soul speaketh;
Tis, so many taketh tommorrow as if it wilt cometh
I write as this may be mine last, just saying I loveth thee queen.

And that always knoweth.....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane dedication