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.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
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
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
