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.
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
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
