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.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
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
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
