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.
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
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
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
