Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
Sad to think that we’re apart
Kind of hurts one in the heart
But we’ve got a decent evening...
We met in Scotland: to her I say
Greetings on St Andrew’s Day!
She’s sort of Scottish by consent...