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.
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
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
