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 hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
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
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
