That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
Dear, realise
And lie at every eventide
Always
By your side
About the centre of the small loo window
Leaves of every ivy-colour frame
The bold obtrusion of an autumn sun...
This is the first Spring I remember
I don’t feel hope. You died in spring
And surely that one kept an ember...
