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.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
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
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
