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.
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
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The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
