This Work Of Art - Poem by James McLain
How is this work of art made?
So in so many few days,
and how deep the focus must be adjusted,
to each other the same challenge, whether,
it faces with any couple.
You and you,
'how we have decided to make it loves life together.
That you from you of whom it loves weeps off
and preparation it does hand in hand,
be hugged with respect to life.
Really and truly it is, it comes,
perhaps, he is somewhere, easier if living?
He speaks as for role of the woman
and how at the time of her culture trust it can,
no language which is,
obtain the work of her great achievement,
feel it deeply in you.
Is there inside, waiting for you, that family?
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