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.
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
When our eyes met
for the very first time,
I knew it was you
to clear my
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Love is beautiful and great.
When you find the right person, it will be fate.
My
