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.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
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 wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
