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.
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
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
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
