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.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
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The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
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
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
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
