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
I look at you asleep in the dim
Dining room’s post meridian gloom
And think, how fortunate is this room...
Chivalrous feelings restrain
A chap who is your worshipper
And yet the fact must remain...
