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.
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
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
