You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
Things to do – will we regret?
Be bound down – never! Loving, let
Us take ‘em on and laughing...
This to the girl with the world on her shoulders
(Family, work, all the problems that press)
I love you...
