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.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
