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.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
