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
When you ail you reassess
Your life with cold criteria
You feel you’re old and life’s a mess...
I dreamed and dreamed my whole life through
Then I woke up and there was you.
Thought about a real good looker...
