After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted by a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
The One Who Got Away
My heart literally hurts.
Love Coming..
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
We'll Take Fall Together
Shall we take Fall together,
Some Flowers For You
A rose for every year,
Lover Far Away
I lay in my bed and think about you.
Finding Peace
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
Losing The Best Part Of Me
We fight we struggle
A Friendship Love
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
No More Sadness
It's done and it's over
True Joy In Life
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
