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.
"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
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
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
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
