You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
All week I’ve worn this wig and dress
And watched the camp convoy of scandal pass
And asked...
I dine out on love – all your fantastic foods
Seduce the palate and outrage restraint
But grub is not the sum of all my goods...
