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'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
