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 you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
