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.
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
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
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
