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
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
