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.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
