Love Had Doubts, But Not To Me Poem by James McLain

It was the sea that I loved,
When I was alive.
Women came and love was hot,
Love, but for me it was.

Hills of white sand white as snow,
The wind when it blew blew with sound.
One woman knew more of love and of men,
And of men she spoke not at all.

In the sun walking down to the warm sea,
The heat from the sun exposed me to all.
When I loved I loved like the sea so deeply,
Every night now under the sky love I had.