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.
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
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,
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
