Love is a principle
Not an emotion,
Feelings are too flighty
On which to base your devotion.
Love flutters
She’s a butterfly to catch your attention
With net in hand,
She defies comprehension.
Labels are helpful
But they never stick
Try reading her palm,
But it’s only a trick.
So I live in limbo
Confused and never knowing
I see her there,
Is she coming or going?
If I stop thinking
It all feels right
I’ll let myself go
And melt in her light.

grey mists over the sea
desolate skies
dreams of the skies.

If I lost thee mine love
                                        I'd loseth me mine dove.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

I'm at the bar of my boyfriends basement,
You're not here and there's something missing.
I'm not supposed to feel this way.

Push it down, and shove it under,
Acknowledge it and it becomes thunder.
Who am I kidding anyway?

Guy code, friendships, not to mention
general morale,
I don't like you, I tell myself.

But then here you are, with a case of beer,
Smiling from ear to ear.
I look at you and my heart skips.
But,
I don't like you, I tell myself.

Here and there we brush shoulders,
Bashful sorry's and nervous laughter,
And the
Unsaid understandings,
that we love each other.