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.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
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
