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.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
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
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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