Loving You

The wind has blown me in your mind,
simply and of love
it is all, looking up
I that for you we both would so inquire.

Along my finger as you do
about that all night long you shout - Others than I hear,
the waves, the moving sea'
Is there left, no place because of you/your loving me?

by James McLain

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