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.
Love And Hugs
A bunch of flowers,
Have A Good Day
May your blessings be many
I'll Be There
I'll be there for you no matter what.
In The Shadow Of Your Warm Love
In the shadow of your warm love
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
If You Believe Than Achieve
When you proceed,
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
Not A Day Goes By
Not a day goes by
Today I Was...
Monday I was angry with the sun.
Heart Over Matter
When your heart suddenly feels