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.
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
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
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
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
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
