Friendships Expectations Poem by James McLain

Friendships those expectations,
more and more is 'Occasionally.
we of the people we are of you.
Wait, 'yes thus as we wait, for you all.
Each that life surrendered, you it remembers.
Directly coming and blowing is the wind
all around you, snug inside you are warm.
Everyone we should see, seeing naught
can we meet, with presumptive precautions
of fear from he, terror have been taught.
Those expectations, expecting nothing
returned from the heart, emptily, handed
always and you are never disappointed,
but you are not why I ask.
Wouldn't We love to release it,
if it is that of your within thine of each.
None are exactly that, still but you are
the people are of whom we are each,
rather than making that is,
it is your permissibility inside of each face
it is good?
From it where you draw it, 'Are you not?
Then are we deep therein of each,
Because there it is,
it is you and can each meet to those - All beauties of the merit
where we take up the joy and we and beings
and your binding souls you/we, ourselves
all our defects which all can see now.
We are less crowned and when released
and make the edge smooth
less sharp and when putting, whom on the stand
which carves those of our each necessity
and because it is agreeable to the eye to crave what is beauty
by drawing up visions, the new curve here and here and there,
as for us it is not at all impossible,
to meet to the substantial person under our/your works.
Everything which is we of the sea is 'Gods hallucination
which we from thus he drew us up from, that.
As for each that person' It if him/her you would never deny it?
Identifiable the Identity
of the substance of jars of your clay, is familial impolite.