I couldst just telleth by her luminous crystal tiara,
And her eburnean alabaster capa
That she was an ser angelical...........






©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

The only time I canst rest
Is when mine mi amour' is at peace...

The only time I canst breathe
Is when mi amour' sayeth she loveth me....

The only time I feeleth
Is when mi amour's around....

The only time im living
Is when mi amour pulleth me up from the ground...

The only time I feeleth fine
Is when I tasteth mi amour's wine...

The only time, I looseth track of time
Is when I seeith her picture, it's ****, queen like and divine...

The only night's anymore I shalt sleep
Is when mi amour writes, that it's mine heart that she keeps...

The only time mine day starts out well
Is knowing she's there, in mine prison cell...

The only time anything maketh any sense.....................
Is when mine mi amour' is happy and content....................



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

If I couldst paint mine love for mi amour', in picture form
Their wouldn't be enough paint for the picture....
That's how much love for her I have....






©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Her smile is mine life
Her life is mine smile...




©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry

If I cant heareth her voice on the phone before I sleep
At least in mine dreams
I heareth her voice all the time....
Sweet night lullaby's...

©By Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I just wanted her to know
In case mine soul releases mine body,
She'll always be mine home
Mine abode, amour, lover, best friend, who to me is so godly!!!



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

To bring her back to life,
I shalt layeth down mine own...




©brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

In true amour'
We'd take the place
Of another's casket,
That they may arise...
That they may haveth life...


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

I shalt taketh all her hurt and pain
Just to maketh her
Happy,
Once again.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

To ease her pain's,
I shalt taketh the knife, that's in her heart,
And stab it into mine
Over, and over, and over again.  



©Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry