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.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
