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.
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
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
