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 proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
