Would Be Lovely, To The Ocean Love Of Beauty Overcame Poem by James McLain

Do this for me.
For the many joys of solitude.
Deep are certain growing trees.
Exchanging breath,
but for your central sorrow.
In and to,
this is of the one from which I flow from.
Of all or part the water.
To the laughter which is not from sweat I make.

My life it remains unlike yours looking out
this remains I see white clouds and you smile.
To the ocean, ' Love of beauty overcame.
My center, I have always understood.
But why do they really come,
just to smell the rose when the thorn?

The secret open smile behand the hand,
and being such it is a cresent hidden.
Unrequited lips of love.
The smile of which is a sign and of my joy
of such existence.

The kiss of life when then it was.
Life it flowed as flowers do upon the water.
Her laungauge and her smile.
The water of the sea becomes the steam,
and how it rises just to crest as.
And it comes together and the cloud is only.
Entering into and.
The pond while only slighlty parted when is.