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.
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
