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.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
