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.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
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
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
