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
She will find the flowers soon
Catch them suddenly – pinks –
In a glance, surprised, as she enters...
When things go wrong
As they often do
I sing a song...
