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.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
