#elsa-angelica
i
Mi amour', let me taketh thy anguish
Mi amour', let me shake away thy learyness
Mi amour', let me hold all thy miseries
Mi amour', let me set thou flying free.
ii
Mi amour', let me taketh those uncertainties
Mi amour', let me take thy pains for thee
Mi amour', let me taketh all thine vex
Mi amour', I lie down mine life, for thy heart to beat in thy chest.
iii
Mi amour', stomp out those mindful doubts
Mi amour', thou already knoweth, what I am about
Mi amour', I'm gonna always be at thy side
Mi amour', I knoweth baby steps, though I feeleth thy cry.
iv
Mi amour', I'm here inside thy soul
Mi amour', mine completion, mine abode
Mi amour', taketh all of me
Mi amour', I'm thy dream, also thy reality.
v
Mi amour', throw thy distress to the winds
Mi amour', I'm knocking, wilt thou let me in?
Mi amour', I hath not gone away, I'll be here in the morn
Mi amour', mi amour', mi amour', I stand knocking for thee.......
Knocking at thy casa door........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
We woke
To stardust in ourn crevice
With flakes of joy on the tip's
Of ourn still sleepy nose
I feeleth thine soul.
So warmly good
As the quilt upon us.
Stitched in by love
Giveth us a hug,
As we giveth one back....
Pillows plush fluffy
The day's anew,
To these words I heareth by thee...
Kiss me, mine pet!!!!
I got red and smiled wide.
Knowing being with her,
Shalt be the rest of mine life's.........
And many more divine!!!!
Oh,
How this feeleth so right....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedicated
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
Stellar flûte, la chaleur fulgurante, battant éthérée, tandis que son âme à moi, que tu qui garde ...
(french tongue)
(English tongue)
Stellar flute, meteoric heat, flying the ethereal, whilst its mine soul, that thou keepeth...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
i
In the astrology set agora
Wherein mine agra doth rest
The backwoods to her cache
Is a peaceful gentle nest.
ii
She's a cad of angelic estancia
I espy her espirit fandango
Her lace strand's floweth wildly
Fantasia of mine melody, extra terrestrial fangled.
iii
Mine Gage I handeth her, to not leaveth her side
An agala we shalt maketh romance, whilst gaiety is in her eyes
A Jardiniere to hold her tears, when Jasper's do cometh around
Jarrah to fill ourn kava diligence, diluvial amare is it's sound.
iv
No blunder head's to separate us
Just Bluebell's blush
To admire mine belle of a lamb
Her bema shalt be raised, when its me who is her man.
v
Ourn belvedere casa, ourn terrace to overlook
This is ourn story, not a tale of fools and crook's
The cover of ourn book, shalt we be entwined
Right inside the pages, of every lonesome lover's mind.
®Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
i
Animater I'm anhungered
Anigh to thy brunette canvas
Thou art a calliope to mine loin's
A second pulse of mine calotype Atlantis.
ii
In Corinth, wherein mine greecian ancestor's do cometh
A cambric carriage with thy grisette dress
Me to be the poetic ******
Thou to be mine Spaniard address.
iii
We'll gad like frat-house student's
Learning lessons, not by ruling stick's
Footing the hills, of forane real
We both shalt be an epilogue, romanticism's epilogist's.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa-angelica dedication
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
i
Goodnight mine love
Goodnight mine sweet
Goodnight mine pet
Thine soul I keep
ii
Do not fret
Close thine eye's
I loveth thee
Mi amour of mine
iii
Cuddle me in clover
Wrapeth me in Spanish garb
I am thy angel
I am thy guard.
iv
Sleep well queen
I'll seeith thou in mine dreams
Wherein me and thou shalt dance
Upon thy own moon gleams....
v
Forgiveth me mine rose
Mine holy one
Forgiveth me for all the pain I've caused, and the word's ive stung
Goodnight mine amour, mi amour, goodnight. Loveth thee more..
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
ojos de Angel
Thy dress is quite seen, thy vocabulary to me reads
The word's of a queen.......
mo chuisle
Thy feet art tired from work
Relax, let mine finger's exhort, pressing and caressing softly to thy skin.....
buah hatiku
For thee I write ancient poems and haiku's
Doth thou not seeith thou art mine muse, and law giver to me?
sirenita
I've traveled for thee from afar
I giveth mine courtship to thee, and heart
For though distance doth not keep us apart,
Distance is but a word
As mineself I canst maketh it all real...
Just telleth me,
When thou art up for a real call
A real visit
And everything to be....
For I'd giveth all for thou
Mine reina
Mine everything....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Peering off the albino wrap-a-round step's
When tis only us and noone is left,
I'll let her develop me until I mold into her tresse
As she swayeth her dress, mine arm's wilt go weak.
I won't be able to speak, as she bundle's me to her package
Mine toes shalt curl, as mine body she'll ravage.
In arcahic mode, she's fixed in mine passion
As we shalt dissapear in upward direction, vast confirmation.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication..
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
i
I shalt abideth on her seafoam tongue
To prance thither wherein her enchantment floods
This body do I attend to her, this mind set on her way's.
ii
Consecrate me upon thine Jasper smoothies
Where thine pumping box is a Ruby
Feeling me out, and ******* me on in.
iii
The enchantment wilt forever last
I shalt maketh thee a poem of amour'
A dedication of ourn rapport
As the ticket is only handed out, to me and thou.........
Special invite only.....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
I don't write of amare
Out of boredom or dying thought's
I write for mine mi amour'
Because it's mine heart she hath got.
I don't write of amour'
Out of lonesomeness or to get attention
I write out mine souls truth
Because I loveth a godly invention...
I writeth for mine ELSA
Because that's where love taketh us...
I writeth for mine ELSA
Because it's her who to me is a must.
I writeth for mine ELSA
Because many ages for her I hadst to wait...
I got lost from her before
Yet met her at heaven's gate...
I writeth to mine soulmate
Because she's all to me,
And though tis she canst seeith it all right now...
Trust me, I do see....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
Tis the lightbulb went out
The sanctuary's gone dim
Mine vitality ****** from under me
Hell grabbed be in its abyss;
The burning is underneath me
Henceforth burning mine lashes
Mine screaming canst not be heard
Mine liquid fired to Ashes....
Mine bulbed lenses
Singe inside mine sockets
Buck naked for all to see
No shirt, sleeves , nor pocket's.....
Just agony of death,
Clinching it's underworld teeth
Until I saw an entity
Put the life back into me....
This same lass bypassed
The portway to anubis
She hadst taken broken bone and glass
Just to deliver me from Satan's whip....
She tooketh me from crevasse gulf
She granted me just one wish
I wished I couldst serveth her the rest of mine day's
And from her to get one kiss....
She saidst thy wish shalt be granted
And she pecked me on mine cheek
Leaving angelic dust Mark's
As tis mine legs went weak....
Mine health returned to me
One hundred fold in a flash,
She crossed the lines of hell
Just so mine life couldst last....
So now I go
Unto her throne,
And sing for her as her muse
And when she's down,
I cometh around,
And play her romance tunes......
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
she's the homily accolade by which i liveth,
Idyllic radiance tis she doth giveth.
I am servile to her every needs and wants.
I Shalt tout her,
an implement daily her mine shakespearian vows. . . . . .
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
Even though I'm a beastly undeserving human being,
I was still overly privileged,
For God to send me a sublime queen....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
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
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
How god?
Why God?
How is it thou hast sent me an angelic being whom I don't even deserve?
How is it god, thou hast sent me one unknown to this earth?
How is it God? When I'm the monster, and she is a holy scepter scultped by thine own hands.......
How is it God, thou hath sent me one, a being of light when I'm the sinful one....
How is it father?
Because she deserves better than me!!!
Didst thou send her to the wrong one???
Why didst thou chooseth a peasant Greek?
Though I'm not complaining!!!!!!
I'm more than verily blessed...
I promise God to treat her,
As an angel with every last breathe !!!!
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
She sayeth that I am her beauty
And tis she is mine beast,
NO!!!!!
More like I am her beast,
As tis
She is mine
BEAUTY who I don't even deserve.....
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
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
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
She is as the heart in mine chest
Pumping mine cruor,
She is the the Latin caress
That maketh me feeleth newer,
She is mine lung's behind mine ribs
To giveth me breathe,
Til mine last day
I shalt giveth all I hath left....
She is mine brain parked inside mine skull
To giveth me brainwaves
A life force
Of God......
She is mine eyes to showeth me heaven
She is mi amour'
In angelic terms
( Elsa angelica, a soul so intrepid)
She is mine conscience In the darkness of night
Turning bad dreams
Into beautiful things,
Giving day in mine fright...
Tis she is mine life
I'll scribble this same type of love
A many times over,
That's just amour', something of above, not a place of man made gold and silver....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
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
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
I canst not sleepeth,
From the fact
I think of her
More than she knoweth,
Mine appetite for her doth groweth....
For her,
I'm a hungry beast...
Tis a beast a man becometh,
When its an angel who engulf's him.
And mine angel,
Is mine all to me...
Mine mi amour'...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
I needeth her as if there's no tommorrow
I wanteth her in mine times of sorrow...
I feeleth her, though she's across the country
I want to giveth her food and drink, when she is hungry.
I seeketh her upon the moon
Because I knoweth she's not here,
She's up upon her glowing muse....
So I looketh up and seeith her dance
She looketh so lovely
With her moons sweet romance..
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
On the moon,
I shalt painteth her name in moon rock dust,
The name,
ELSA ANGELICA,
Written by mine soul,
as the world below,
Canst seeith her name gloweth every night!!!
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
All I knoweth
Is I canst stop writing for mi amour'
Though we're only friend's...
Being friends won't stop mine true love for her.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
She treateth me right
Unlike any other's....
An angel of light
A best friend and lover.
She showeth me new
Wherein all seemeth old,
She sticketh by mine side
In mine hellish cell-hold...
For tis shes gold
I'm her silver.....
I am old
She's just a bit younger...
Though both essences
of long ago places
We cometh as we chooseth
To bypass hating faces....
We art us
Noone shalt copy...
Let the jealous
be jealous
We're just us
A happy stellar palace...
For we kneweth this long ago
We're not of this place...
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
Her faraway skin
Lavishes me,
Her eyes like kin
Marvels mine need's,
She fufilleth all dream's
A pathway to God,
Her lingo like a traveler
Of celestial pod's....
Her spaceship cometh from afar
The sun she rest's her feet.
We linger on Mars.
Her tongue is a miracle
Speaking unknown verb's
Her house is mi casa,
Her place is mine world.
Her sacredness is hidden
Though open to me
Maby one day mine true queen
Wilt marry her king...?
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC