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 believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
