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.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
