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.
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
