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.
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
