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,
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
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why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
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Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
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
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.
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
