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 crib at being alive
It ain’t too bad. I got this place –
A woman with a smashing face...
There is a lady I hold dear
So much in my heart she stars
Angel’s eyes survey me clear...