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.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
