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 wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
