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.
Best Of Brands
Get that nit comb through those strands,
My Love For Her
Your lips so soft and red.
His Messy Room
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Back To Strangers
We started as strangers.
Oh Fear...
You made me run away
My Sister, My Friend
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
You're My Forever
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
No More Sadness
It's done and it's over
Enjoy Life!
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Your Wounds
Time doesn’t heal wounds
