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 hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
