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.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
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
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
