Some lady has carved our initials
On every tree...

The woman I love eyes me all over
As a kind of rainy day activity...

As our eyes find their secret smiles,
Little golden thoughts of love...

Her poetry doesn't want to give me up
And I get the blame for it...

They call it "The Altar"
Because it raises up...

In a frenzy of ecstasy,
Her shadow...

Don't ask me for anything else
Because I have nothing else to give...

You are hated by
A couple of lovers...

Write a poem
Without trying too hard...

Will you love me in the spring
And will you love me in the fall...

Everyday that I saw her,
I fell more and more in love...

Now lie with me
Amid the glow of what has been...