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.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
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
