When I Look
J
James McLain
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Stiff from the cold, how I am.
Being inside, I am warm.
I am not here, when I look,
all of my love,
the sea warm upon you.
All that I am, where but for you?
When thus from having, I seek.
Eyes seeing naught being sought.
Brought in from the dark.
From all that is bright,
I am when coming from you.
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