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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Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
