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.
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
