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.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
