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
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
