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.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
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
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
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
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
