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
We shall fly, head to the south
Where things are hot and nature’s deep
Where love and desire never sleep...
Years
We had the happiness of which one hears
Months...
