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.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
