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.
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
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
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
