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 wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
