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.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
