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.
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
My love for you is uncontrollable.
My feelings for you are unstoppable.
Can't go
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
