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.
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
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
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
