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.
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
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
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
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
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
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