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'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
