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.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
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
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
