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.
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
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
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
