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.
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
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