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.
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
