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.
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
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
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
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
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
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
