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've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
