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
I look at you asleep in the dim
Dining room’s post meridian gloom
And think, how fortunate is this room...
In terms of worldly achievement, no,
Not an impressive report to make:
Like, nothing published, whilst long ago...
