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 Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
