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.
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
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
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
