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.
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
