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.
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
