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.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
