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.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
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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
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
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
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
