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
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
