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I crave my own fairy tale
I want someone who feels like poetry
To rid the hopelessness from my romantic heart
And share with me a happily ever after

I don't need a prince or white knight
A pauper or squire is all that I desire
I don't require a gallant quest or noble steed
Eyes that are just for me is all that I need

I'll write my own tale to fill your storybook
Every page a poem of waiting
Till one day they are no longer of longing
And are filled with ode's to my one true love

i.

Floret of the zenith,
Shower down upon
Me; with thine arm's
Wrap and garb me,
With a diadem
Hemmed
As a rose
Petal's
Stem.

ii.

Lass, of mine desire.
There's a shimmer aside
The fire; ourn silhouettes
Trace ourn love's attire,
I calleth thee Reyna, as
I heareth the whisper
"Sire", I gently kiss
Thine hand; we tire.
Falling asleep, in ourn
Dream's, with thee I squire.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)