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.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
