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 don’t want to disturb you but
Nor do I wish to lie
And say I’m happy watching grey welsh...
Your pedal glories in the bed
Beside me every night
Your gorgeous feet – and strike me dead...