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.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
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
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
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
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
