Trump, Having The Secrets That Poem by James McLain

Time has past and the present it's self now stand's still
and from she or he imortal.
Loving you has always been, kinda.
And from the bottom it is that they know of, if really free.

Weaping as I do when certain movie's are on.
When finally it dawned on you that your outward appearance
really was.
When unknown were those that spoke on how to now
became as they once we're.

And of grace that fills the room when you walk in.
Vein of those alive who knew of they who knew them not.
And unto that a heart could harbor what few knew.
Asleep with a smile on my face, since I retired.

Faithfully at peace in your place.
Secret or Not.