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 can’t believe we’re here, he thought
It’s marvellous that we’re here
Through all the tears that love has brought...
Though seasons turn it shan’t be hard
To see those last years out
Must find things different, catch them starred...
