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.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
