Agonizing Poem by James McLain

Because you have known;
like i look with your glance of my lost agony,
and minds, her/she the sparkling eye of it'.
The truest heart her person and each hearing
the wind moan through the trees.
Bushes camouflage the disturbance,
and still the robin sings too suffer and you do not have to imitate,
The make up each eye applied beneath her chacolate panties
and full of youth, she preens her lips glossed, assured.
And as for that which with my domesticly.
Agonizing which it can forever be,
connected to the amount of song, she sings.