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.
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
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
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
