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.
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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