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.
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
