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.
It's good to stride out with your lover at dusk
The sky is still luminous with purple clouds drifting...
No I don’t tire of her smile
Her face is new each time I look
Why she is merry- in my book...
