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 hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
