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.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
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
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
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
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
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
