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.
‘What to do’ and ‘How to live’
And ‘Consciousness – the reason?’
Recurred each thinking season...
In the night I find your hand
Squeeze and feel your pressed reply
The truth of love I understand...
