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 Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
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
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
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
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
