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
And now the gold and mauve and pink
Of sunset fades and darkness falls
And evening crowds and then we think...
The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife...
