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.
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
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
"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
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
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
