Her Beautiful Soul Poem by James McLain

It is that of her entirely it is her
and she it has, made due to her.
You knew her special beauty marks.
Upon your face, the spark.

From she, 'it can;
point her out with you and you to her.
Her inclusion your inclusion she,
your that, made with by her.
As for her, ' Certain;
It is heard with all voices which are sung,
with the song each skylark,
where those are unusual.

Now which perhaps it does, that everything.
Time of the sandcastles is not her,
your only ones. each Respectively,
the sunlight which is compared is not smile,
she shines being you.

In her or you, 'as for that the candy is mesquite.
Where there is that wildness,
which is prolonged it can not withstand.
Thereof is no accident,
when you walk memory of distant country's.


But attach each one with her,
in all the woods, forests would
which it should open the open leaf.
Using the smile of dense, yellow SOL.

Using the elegance of the breath where each wind is strong.
The mind where she who blinks is beautiful...... She has it all
and you by her and she it has.
Her special beauty one you knew.

She is sparked by you and you to her.
Her intervention your intervention,
she has made it all, it ON her own and with you.
She is and ' Heard in every voice that sings
and those uncommon songs by each small lark.
None of this but all of that.
no hourglass all time is hers.
No sunbeam likened to each smile
and upon it all she shines, 'ON you.
Upon her/you it lingers sweet mesquite,
'Born of the wild.
No accident when,
walking past those memories of some distant land.
But by nights light she has and taunts
each leaf upon all trees to open wide.
With the smile of deep the heat from yellow sol.
With the grace of each solar windy breath.
Flashing her beautiful soul.