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.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
