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.
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
