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.
If you must go, then go for a while
Remember that the first step is a hard traveled mile.
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
