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.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
