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
Dear, the night’s long gone, the moon’s
A refugee, the sun’s about
These many hours to come...
The best have loved the worst
Love’s no criterion
Of merit – that I am first...
