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
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
