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.
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
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
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
