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.
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
