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 believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
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
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
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
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I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
