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.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
​Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
