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
I’m glad I have been in your knickers
And I’m going again pretty soon
Things I would not tell to vicars...
The tears I’d gladly pay
To hear you play once more!
- I shed them anyway...
