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.
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
