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.
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
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
