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.
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
