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Andrew Gelant Jun 2016
Is it the season..?
The season to greet you
To finally see you
Afterall that's what we're all about
Nothing more than a sound
Of an autumn leaf hitting the ground
Bound to be contrasted by perfection

Sometimes rejection is sweet
Because I know that love for you is all to keep
In the dark days I shall sail with my fleet
Into eternity with you

For this love I can not abstain from
It's really not profane
I can no longer last one night gone from your warm ***' today..
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Andrew Gelant Jun 2016
Polite?
Probably,  
at least she's in for a cup of coffee
With her eyes still glaring at my iris
This heavenly aura is a potential crisis

Very polite?
Must be,  
She's laughing at every possible thing
Like the fact that I was late
To my loving yet cold fate

Into Me?
Most likely not,  
She's the one of the fairest I couldn't of begot
Ten digits shouldn't of been alot  
For me to be impressed with my only shot
Andrew Gelant Jun 2016
Those Raisins are so sweet like the time you first giggled
And eyes like puree to my heart,  which it craves
That crying effect when your throat kinda wiggles
Is part of the feeling that stays engraved

Willows cannot make the sound that co-exists with me In my mind
Because before my Eyes makes it hard to coincide
The feeling, the urge,  the bitter love I gave
In storms,  and rain and hail till today
Andrew Gelant Jun 2016
As soft as the snow had felt
As cold as the depths of hell
Be her soul bound to a honeycomb
For all to see

With lips of silk and soul of milk
A deity she'd yet to retrieve

Surrounded by ones Shallower than the Iris of an eye
used to see the Iris of her innermost deepest disguise

The slowest speed is incomparable to the frequencies of her mind
Which flows like water gently inside

A part of her is a whole of you and even more from where it resides
Her charismatic flaws and rates of mysteries still coincide
Andrew Gelant Jun 2016
Winds so strong and vast
-They're uncountable
Like the many times, for my faults
-I felt accountable

Drops of Flames are burning from the depths of my heart.
Blisters swell to its crest
Each time you'd depart

Be with me
'O see with me
-the greatness of my heart

Eyes so cold and violent like the zealots of the East,
Yet soft, emaculately structured like the
Purest angel's screach

See in me divinity I plead,  don't praise me much
Take my hand and i'll caress you with my momentus touch

Be with me
'O see with me
-the greatness of my heart
Walk with me
To everlasting love and never part

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