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.
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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