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 am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
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
