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
Well, the weather’s fine, the grey clouds glowing,
The chilly wind has got a cheery tale
The mini-raindrops don’t care where they’re going...
I don’t want to disturb you but
Nor do I wish to lie
And say I’m happy watching grey welsh...
