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.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
