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.
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
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
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
