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.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
