Work: Love

A bit of an abyss

Profound was lost in dark

Evaporated bliss

The man without an ark

The day it grinds me raw

The mill is mine to tread

I wonder what it’s for

This living almost dead

But you are in my dreams

And sometimes in my bed

So nothing’s what it seems

If you aren’t in my head

It’s time I turned around

For you is where I’m found


The lovers’ tree

If happiness were flowering right here

And joy was thriving just outside your door

A sense content might permeate the air

And we would long for nothing any more

A garden is my life I plant and grow

The toil and labour not for me alone

For everything that I so gently sow

Enables me to offer you a home

So light your jasmine eyes upon my face

My honeysuckle’s clinging so divine

This Eden made on earth will be our place

For everything is shared and nothing mine

So come and plant yourself right next to me

And we will sit beneath the lovers’ tree