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.
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
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
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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