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.
Back To Strangers
We started as strangers.
Keeping The Promises
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
My Love I'll Go Anywhere With You
Let's run away.
Giving My Heart
First time we met,
She Is The Best
Her nature is the best.
The Mirror
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
Forever Friends
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
Our Mysterious Love
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
My Weakness
Until I met you my heart stood still
Hurt By You
Why did you have to go?
