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.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
Raindrops on window panes
Stars at night that are just airplanes
Sparks of light
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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