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.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
