poet James McLain

James McLain

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Only Me

My hands, My heart, My love,
how they worry over me.
Caught up in my lap,
pray hope, never leave.
Thine are my quite eyes,
faith can follow now see.
And hands do make great,
and hands can rejoice.
But to my past lover,
comes the sea, I must be,
echoing a voice, Only me.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 7, 2010
Poem Edited: Thursday, May 20, 2010

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  • Bethany WilliamsBethany Williams (4/10/2010 4:03:00 PM)

    This poem is beautiful and very sweet. I can just think of you....10

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  • Tsira Gogeshvili (3/11/2010 8:42:00 AM)

    J-iip...Gentle and beautiful poem... 10.......
    Ts..

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  • Halana Williams (3/8/2010 1:25:00 PM)

    aww this poem is soft and sweet and your words seem secure. good job =]

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