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 am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
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
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
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 love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
