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 thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
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
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
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
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
