Is This Love Poem by James McLain
Is This Love
Never did I fly with the birds and the bees.
The skin underneeth
or the wings which were not chained to me.
When if and if,
I am seeking one the she.
Who does not go off to find me.
The largest mistake are the selections I make.
which I, do not help to conceal it.
That I decided whether or not he contains me.
Decisions I have made.
Something for once has entered my heart.
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