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.
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
