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.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
