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.
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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