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
The theme is you, the dream is you
Not my idea or thoughts of you
But that you are, a definite star...
Strange summers, sometimes, heavily imbued
With music of uncertain pitch, have come
As we have laboured in the luxury...
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