Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
I’m only cheerful cos I’m here
In a room with you
Your sleeping breath is soft and dear...
I’m a classicist of the old school
I’m into rhyming, iambs, dactyls
Go blank sometimes, but essentially cool...
