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.
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
