I don’t understand love,
It doesn’t come easy to me.
But perhaps I can give it
In a cosy cup of tea.

Or perhaps I can wear it
In hand-me down clothes.
Showing off the loose threads
Of the jumper that you chose.

Can you understand my love,
how hides in things?
In sweet deserts and brand new shirts
And hand built wooden swings.

And with all of this stuff,
We’ll build ourselves a home.
Communication corse and rough
I hope it is enough.