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.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
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
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
