The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
Shall I begin with your rare hair
Heaven to press my face against?
Eyes to bring me to despair...
The light is dying out of the sky
Sun said goodnight an hour ago
The garden’s in shadow, one lone bird goes by...
