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
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
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I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
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