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.
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
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
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
