Cry Of All My Thoughts Poem by James McLain

And if by you,
I have and loved alike.
Is this the thought,
Often I have heard of you?
Something like that,
which brings me together.
Covering secret clover.
Scarlet green, violet purples.
And since you are of the world,
answers I bought and saved.
When the staff and the jar,
before is.
Life be it long, long it be life.
Might used before dawn's first light.
Young men,
woman to have I believe,
is the trial by ordeal.