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.
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
