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.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
