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 wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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