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.
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
