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 want your kisses all the time
When we embrace I know
To miss one kiss would be a crime...
Dead weight everywhere – sky’s loaded,
Heavy with grey. No wind to break
This sombreness...
