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.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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