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 see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
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
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
