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brandon nagley Aug 2015
Tis, she holdeth, the key of life
She is the fount, whom shalt be mine wife;
I was seeping, of crimson Tide
Thus she used her heart's tourniquet, I cameth alive.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
brandon nagley Jul 2015
At the lowest part of hell
I looked up from mine destitute cell,
And saweth a light I thought to be just a light
Yet it was no ordinary glowing!!!!
It was mine (mi amour')
As her face was lit and showing,
I fell to the hellish floor
Humbled by her coming,
As I kneweth the same love from mine past life
Hath cometh to safe-guard me again,
To SAVETH ME from mine sins
For a new beginning
And not mine own end!!!
As tis I asked her (how must i repayeth thy selfless deed) ?
She said to me (sweetie, thou art mine and forever wilt thou be)
As again I fell on hand's and knees crying
From the joy she hast brought)
I kneweth at that moment
In her love I was comfortably lost...
Tis no bad lost,
But a lost into her soul!!!
As we connected once again
From whence we were born as twin ghosts.

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