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.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
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
