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.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
