The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
Crudely pinned, the walls all wear
Dozens of paintings; on the floor
In stripy dress a silent bear...
With mad abandon I assay
To tell your charms in pencilled lines
My pride and impudence hold sway...
