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.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
