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 are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
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
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
