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.
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
