Another Night in Linkyshire

My girl friend’s head is a cute shoebox shape.
And her ears are plugged up —
When she works in the kitchen dishes crash against the sink, or stove,
and I jump out of my chair in the study.

Later in the evening we look out over the trees in Linkyshire.
They are dark and beautiful.
I feel something full and good approaching but I don’t know what it is.