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.
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
