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.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
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We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
