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.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
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You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
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I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
