i.

Long agone
Whence mine snivelling;
Mine heart throbbed, tis the world was a stab by Satan's ****.

ii.

Amiss was I
Seeking in all the wrong places;
As they sayest, when it's we who don't seeketh, good cometh.

iii.

Foolish I was, to search and gander
I kneweth amour was real, where was it sleeping;
In a house, under the sea, in celestial safekeeping's?

iv.

Though I hadst a vision long ago, of what mine Reyna wouldst
Looketh like, tan-sand skin, a holy creature, no sin, dark sensual eyes; dusk hair of silk midnight, goddess frame, lip's of flame's.

v.

Her laugh untamed, she's wild and free, Asiatic doll of jaw-dropping string's, she's wrapped in tropical tree's, she bringeth me to mine knee's, as I'm her hari, she's mine queen, an her soul;

The brightest star in all of the heavenly father's universe........

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/mine-angel dedication