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.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
