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.
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
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
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
