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.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
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
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
