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
Things to do – will we regret?
Be bound down – never! Loving, let
Us take ‘em on and laughing...
The treasures of time are loaded on my back
What a welcome burden! Memories alone
Would be a lottery win...
