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.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Look at the stars tonight
As we see the same light
And in that moment
It
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
