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.
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
