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.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
