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.
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
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
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
