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.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
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
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
