How can I tell you?
(St. John's Newfoundland 29/6/1976)
How can I tell you, my wife,
Of the love that's come into my life?
Her eyes are dark pools of laughter.
Her touch is like velvet - but softer,
Her black hair's the sunlight bright shining,
Her fingers lace mine all entwining.
When we first met she had known no man,
No hand had ever passed upon her breast,
No man's eye seen her body naked,
And now I've done these things and all the rest.
She'd never been aware she is a woman,
She never knew what prison was her chastity,
And now she melts beneath me or above me
In silent pain or passing sudden ecstasy.
My memories of her are precious,
And good in the world's what I wish her.
I'll live with her always and love her,
Will never forget her or leave her.
So how can I tell you, my wife
That it's you that's the love in my life?
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