Solitude Poem by James McLain

You divide each echo in delightful sound,
but withdraw from the head of pleasure.
If you make sounds of solitude rejoice,
one person your heart thus pursues.
If you make him grieve, then turn, go.
She would have all whom think,
that the eye we all want is her joy.
Solitaire loves solitude all the way entirely,
but your sorrow is not needed.
If it is delightful and it is,
your lips when kissed are elastic and firm.
One friend is larger countless numbers.
If it is sad it is sad only if when you chose.
Those kisses, those lips the moon lost entirely.
Drinking from your cup
nectar and wine are squeezed independently.
Purple passion green leaves long heavy vines is life.
You must drink.
The banquet hall and your table are congested.
It is fast, the world it is fast fast it is it goes.
If it succeeds and gives in to us what is this of solitude?
There is a room in the hole of the joy.
There is a room before the passage.
Where the pain I cry in solitude I cry because it is long.