The light-holes in the dusk art our's
She cometh from the moon
She resteth upon mar's....






©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication

i

Sophisticated not as metal-steel mechanic's
Not a domestic to gargoyle theology
She's a seraph, who only knoweth pure.

ii

The Luna to her is her finer amare
The DNA of life passes through her hair
As she playeth truth and dare with her own self.

iii

She seeketh none help, a woman of God
Foresee's the hero's from slob's
As men around her mob, like a desert after dinner!

iv

Though sorry boy's she's mine
I claimed her long ago
When this palace was broken by lazor night show, I held her...

v

She's tender as a flower
Tis I waiteth for her throughout the hour's
The coward's do try her, to hurt her, yet I wilt never break someone so tender....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication

i

I shalt abideth on her seafoam tongue
To prance thither wherein her enchantment floods
This body do I attend to her, this mind set on her way's.

ii

Consecrate me upon thine Jasper smoothies
Where thine pumping box is a Ruby
Feeling me out, and ******* me on in.

iii

The enchantment wilt forever last
I shalt maketh thee a poem of amour'
A dedication of ourn rapport
As the ticket is only handed out, to me and thou.........
Special invite only.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication

She sayeth that I am her beauty
And tis she is mine beast,
NO!!!!!

More like I am her beast,
As tis
She is mine
                    BEAUTY who I don't even deserve.....



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication

She is as the heart in mine chest
Pumping mine cruor,
She is the the Latin caress
That maketh me feeleth newer,

She is mine lung's behind mine ribs
To giveth me breathe,
Til mine last day
I shalt giveth all I hath left....

She is mine brain parked inside mine skull
To giveth me brainwaves
A life force
Of God......

She is mine eyes to showeth me heaven
She is mi amour'
In angelic terms
( Elsa angelica, a soul so intrepid)

She is mine conscience In the darkness of night
Turning bad dreams
Into beautiful things,
Giving day in mine fright...

Tis she is mine life
I'll scribble this same type of love
A many times over,
That's just amour', something of above, not a place of man made gold and silver....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Mi amour'
Please do not cry,
I shalt crucify mineself
To wipe the tears from thine eyes....

Mi amour'
Please don't feel alone,
Thou already knoweth
That I am thy home....


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry

Her laughter
español refined
Her essence
Engraved between mine mind
Her all
I seeketh to lie me down
To lift me to her cosmic airlift
To bait me in Spanish brown
To tasteth me as a sweat
Dripping from her limbs
Her wings hath caught me
Cleansed me of mine sins
Her hands wide reaching
For I've been reaching back
Stand-by for mi amour'
A ranch casa style shack
A willow tree in back
Fuchsia in the front
No mechanization of mankind
No needs, deed's, nor wants
Only eachother
Up against the wind
Flapping ourn ivory glides
Feeling free once again!!!

I shalt waiteth
One billion years
One billion fears
One billion tears
To haveth mine (mi amour')

Misty hair
Of angels fair
Cimmerian astrals
To kings and empress's
Slaves to eachother
For as god to be the watchmen

Snow white
Of Spain
Calling
Her king again
Shy
But as for him
All open
In back door hush-hush
For their marble's meet
In focus!!

Mine caru
Tis her name
Mine caru
A burning brightly flame
Mine caru
Sexiest appeal
Caru means amour in welsh language
Mine amour' so true
She's mine caru
Bastion to mine moral fiber
Yen of tenderness
Ardor to mine acquire
Inclination of ourn embryo
Eggs birthed as twins
Lost into ourn own conscious
Soulmates
Best friends
Though many knoweth not of that
Me and mi amour' surest do
Maby we canst teach thou
A love story far and true
Maby we canst reach thou
For the ones
With no king nor queen!!!

But
Tis ourn own story
This is the amare we bring!!