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
In terms of worldly achievement, no,
Not an impressive report to make:
Like, nothing published, whilst long ago...
A variation in your voice
One decibel from your tender-loving
And I’m lost...
