When your face appeared over my crumpled life at first I understood only the poverty of what I have. Then its particular light on woods, on rivers, on the sea became my beginning in the coloured world in which I had not yet had my beginning. I am so frightened, I am so frightened, of the unexpected sunrise finishing, of revelations and tears and the excitement finishing. I don't fight it, my love is this fear, I nourish it who can nourish nothing, love's shipshod watchman. Fear hems me in. I am conscious that these minutes are short and the colours in my eyes will vanish when your face sets. Yevgeny Yevtushenko This was one of Rob's favourite poems. He introduced it to me and it is a very special thing for me to remember him by