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brandon nagley Jul 2015
When she taketh on all the pain and all the hurt from the world,
Her tears art mine night time....

Whenever she smileth and canst be that little Spanish happy girl,
Her happiness is mine daylight divine...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Day by day
I feeleth less decay
Because of mine love
Because mi amour',

Night by night
Mine heart only enlarges
Im madly for her
Her love to me is priceless

Second by second
Hour by hour
Mine amare for her groweth
As if a budding flower.....

Year after year I waited for mine queen
Past life lovers, meeting once again.
And she feeleth as the beast, though I'm really that beast...
She is the beauty, the reina of mine angelic feast...

And as she goes through tough times
I shalt be her sweet,
When she muddies her toe's in mistakes
I shalt wipeth with oil and myrrh upon her feet....

And on her forehead I shalt kiss her
And leave mine saliva peck,
Mine love to be left as traces
From mine kisses upon her neck....

And when the evil creepeth in her life
I shalt taketh her Downfall's and maketh her mine wife,
In dying days and living and good bad and right
I shalt maketh her anew, and maketh her wings taketh flight....

I shalt mail her heartfelt word's
By mine poetic hand,
They shalt arrive at her door
By speedfast demand....

And when she read's mine soul on paper
She shalt knoweth how I feel,
For this I've been waiting for her
I shalt maketh all of her dream's real...


©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley
©Elsa Angelica dedication
brandon nagley Jul 2015
When in her presence,
I humbly drop to mine knees....
Not just because she's mi amour,
But because she's mine queen...

And whilst holding up by mine forearm's
I seeith her night-gown floweth,
As the tiera on her head
Maketh me fall when it gloweth...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I just wanna thank thee
For loving me
When others don't showeth love...
That's a blessing...
I thank thee with mine soul.
Mina-a-otra-mitad



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
(Spanish tongue)

Soy la campesino querubín esclavo
En mía reina serpahim de amor-jaula.
Y incluso si ella fue a diere yo la llave
A descubrir mineself y ser gratis;
No habrías wanteth de todos modos es ,
Me encanta ser su sirviente ......
Me ama ser su esclavo .......


(English version)

I'm a peasant cherub slave
In mine queen serpahim's love-cage.
And even if she was to giveth me the key
To unlock mineself and be free;
I wouldst not wanteth it anyway's,
I love being her servant......
I loveth being her slave.......





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
She feeleth and thinketh she hast none worth,
If only I couldst showeth her the truth.....
That there is no Ruby
Nor gem,
Nor diamond,
Nor any brick of  laden gold,
Nor any treasure chest,
Nor any amount of the worthless dollar bill,
That couldst buyeth who she is
Physically,
Spiritually,
Mentally,
Emotionally,
In all way's.....
No other reserve of this carnal world shalt showeth her the worth she hath....
She is an upper galaxy divine messenger,
Not to just me
But to others;
As her worth isn't measured by earth-like standard.....
No material canst measure up to her merit........
She cometh from her luna,
The one wherein the seraph's wander.....
And art caregivers
And helper's
And they art the true hopeless romantic's of the blue orb air....
She is worth more, than anything to God,
Yet,
She doesn't quite fully understand yet......
But to me,
She's worth living for.
She's worth dying for,
She's worth this life.
As the next
   And the next
      And the next
         And the next
            And the next
                                   Then the next
                                      Then the next
                                         Then the next
                                            Then the next
                                               Then the next.........
As she's worth it so much to me I shalt wait a million more next's just for her to be with me.....as she's worth more than anything!!!!





©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
centelleo, centelleo, mi amour',
I shalt travel by foot, right to thy door!
Up above the moon so high,
I shalt exhilarate thee in thine mind.

When the colorful universe hath passed,
And All the glacier's melt so fast,
Then thou wilt illuminate,
centelleo, centelleo, on ourn impresionante date.

Than the watchmen in the dusk
Giveth thee thanks, of aloe and musk:
He couldst not seeith which way to flyeth,
But thine own light to all inviteth.....

In those dark brown eyes thou keepeth,
And always in mine soul thou peepeth,
For please don't ever close thine eye's
Until mine lips art met with thine own so fine....

As thy centelleo glints mine room,
And as thy centelleo is flared by thee mine muse,
I shalt continue to be thy poet
Writing a million poem's a day for thee so everyone shalt know it.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
centelleo- means twinkle Spanish tongue

Twinkle twinkle Little Star originally done by a Jane Taylor as a lullaby I redid it for mi amour (:
impresionante- means awe-inspiring or awesome in Spain's tongue  (: either way
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Latin goddess,
                                       Spanish by descent
                            Her hermosa voz do I reminisce
            





©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
hermosa voz - means beautiful voice in Spanish
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Mi amour'
Just in case something happens to me
And i get to sick,
And I'm not here anymore.....
Just wanted to say,
Since I don't wanna take nothing for granted...
I loveth thee more...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
If I hid,
The amare of mine life
Tis love wouldst not be real...
For she is mine light!
I cannot hideth her,
For mine soul won't let that be,
For she's mine all
I just want for all the world
To see...
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