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
Your sexiest aspect when we’re in bed
Are you eyes – they thrill me dead
They gleam, so narrow, blue, so rude...
Stay with me in the race. I’m hanging in the saddle
Almost off. Reach now from your sure mount
And steady me. Seat assured...
