My Allie golden-heart and sky-blue eyes
You flower-bed where my desires swarm
For ever inspiration of my sight
In my arms fold your fanciable form
My red and white corpuscles tell me this:
That I was born to live within your kiss.
‘What to do’ and ‘How to live’
And ‘Consciousness – the reason?’
Recurred each thinking season...
Peter stands, Alison stands
This is the story of our life
They stand together holding hands...