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.
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
