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 wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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