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.
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
