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.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
