My Hearts Your Breeze Poem by James McLain

Do I what you must as I remember to this way how I want you,
how I want you/you know I remember when you are, this way.
You were considered to be ready by the lake - I wanted then
forever then to take to you;
too forever and stick the thorn for ever in your side;
Your grass remains; thick and lush and green and high.
The moon reflects the waters tiny sparks,
with the stars that I remember, that you put it in warmth and
crying by my face like l remember to you it is this way for.
I swear by you it is;
that I remember where I swear the cotton sky is how?
In by-mornings out by night; windchime'd;
yard and birds,
hear crickets and the smell of sea and salt's;
the sun assembles through out the center,
with the top your sky as champagne pink which
has scintillated in your eyes all each every day that I
remember that you put it warm their by my face;
Do I what I remember to you it is this way,
I swear by you that I remember;
where are the cotton clouds that I swear by, even now?