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
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
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 Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
