By my sister copyright
Colours make us think of love and joy
Forgot the hate beneath which may annoy
As we need respite from the strain of life
So a husband needs a kindly wife
Forget the new age politics and rights
The PC speech that our desire will blight
Underneath there is a river deep
Where man and woman live and love may leap
The old men still remember with their hearts
The young may never feel the union start
For underneath the gossip and the sleaze
Where angels must not tread, there love agrees
Let the silence of the evening sky
Give us sense to live and sense to die