They say, your palms tell stories
With flesh as pages and indentions as the vocabulary
Yet I wonder where I lie in the palm of your hand
Am I that scar you got when you were six
Trying to cut your handprint out of colorful pages
Or that callous you have from caring for your garden
And always holding onto things, and people, far too tight
Now that I think of it your hand is a reflection of who you are
I love how it tells a story with every line
How it speaks of your beauty with every imperfection
But most importantly, I love how it fits perfectly into mine.

i.

Tis, tis, the first Christmas
With mine queen;
Tis, it is, mi amour
And her king.

ii.

Tis, though distances
Shalt separate;
Verily I sayest
Mine Reyna,
Thou art
Right in mine
Heart and soul.
Tis this is ourn
Fate.

iii.

Soon O' soon, we shalt
Hath a dinner date;
With yellow roses to
Wrap thine neck,
And mine kisses
To become to thee,
As peaceful sedate.

iv.

As tis, I wilt wait
In death, or in life
To bow on one knee,
To court thee mine queen;
To maketh thee in person

v.

Mine queen and mine wife.....



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

Right here right now I'll speak the truth
That I love me and you love you
Though we both know that it should be
I love you and you love me

As selfish as this all may sound
There's so much of it that goes around
If I don't love me then who will
I'm the only one that fits the bill

What we say and what we do
Is not so much the hidden truth
It's easy to be apart of the group
Of I love me and you love you

I'm sure it comes as no surprise
The way we feel in our own eyes
No need to look around and see
I only want what's best for me

It's in the nature of this man
To want to be the main event
Yet still there's hope one day we'll see
That I love you and you love me

I sawest
A tunnel up
Ahead;

I went into
The brilliant
Light; thought
I was dead.

I was greeted
By mine angel;
"I'm Queen Jane
She saidst".

She illuminated
Me with kisses;
She doused me
In blisses, the
Pearly gates
Opened, as tis
She entered me
In.




©Brandon Nagley
©earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©lonesome poet's poetry