It's hard to be
Original these days
Every word has
Already been spoken
Each phrase
Done to death

Every idea is a cliche
It's all been done before
Yet we claim
Our ideas are our own
Even though
Someone long ago
Thought of it before

She's whom I waketh for
Indeed, tis indeed;
She's mine mi amour'.

She's whom I breatheth for
Indeed, tis indeed;
She's mine Filipino girl.

She's God's messenger to thy world
Indeed, O' indeed;
She's mine diamond, gem, pearl.

She's for whom I liveth for
Indeed, tis indeed;
Mine queen Jane nagley, all that I need.


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