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.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
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I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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