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 do predict the evening primrose stays
Alive in some last blooms to make for you
(And me) a sudden remake of the ray....
Who would want to dodge love’s arrows
When my Alison’s on the case?
The focus of my senses narrows
