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
Now you have made a great day.
As sleep draws curtains over Cassie’s mind
Sweet and lasting things are left behind...
Flowers and love songs are expected things
And verse like this (but better) when the talk
Concerns romantic love...
