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.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
