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.
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
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
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
