Made By You Complete Poem by James McLain

Do you like I come just to see the night of day?
Orbed open mouth that closed.
When the sky look east.
It is not for me to guess you are destined.
Wrapped and cloaked in light inside the night.
Ready be it I but shine steadily.
She does not approve of me thus fortunately.
Her light her rays shine through the thin sun dress.
Does not it praise her or, which, directly declineth of my selfish road,
but she illuminates more rather than without so being, little.