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 wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
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
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
