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.
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
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
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
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
