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.
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
