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.
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
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
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
