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.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
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
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
