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
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
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
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
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
