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
If I had time and money
I’d take you on a cruise
But lack of cash ain’t funny...
Who would want to dodge love’s arrows
When my Alison’s on the case?
The focus of my senses narrows
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