Love Song Poem by James McLain

For loving her,
when loved by him, loves she and he has loved her dearly.
Thus for him by she and he was loved.
Kind was that one kiss he does not inhale.
From all of her past nor future yet to come or,
since he and she from that very first time because
the heart of thee.
From whence it was of he and she inhaled it safely.
And truly the spark in him by all are wanted.
Coming green to complete in her the, 'Journey.
To the waters edge of sand and time or there her edge.
Where it is and it is where you are to wait eternally.
But love it is to difficult to stop, with sleep you come, I am.
And which ever door it is and throught the door, I come.
My hostage is the open moon and yours the tree of life.
The surface of the earth the root beneeth the leaves that spread.