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Lanz Gabor Dec 2019
a reflection of you
sparkles silently
through a vivid flare

and the highlights
of your locks
stay very tantamount

to the rays that say hello
within this memory
that they call a photograph

just look at all these details
intricate and beautiful
just like you
12-18-2019
Lanz Gabor Apr 2019
Her name is Scarlet,
a beautiful rose.
She is like poetry,
and not prose.

Beside the streetlight,
glowing of amber.
With her iconic coat,
she starts to wander.

Her heart is ablaze,
like a dancing inferno.
Thrilled with adventure,
and euphoria for tomorrow.

A staircase to nowhere,
and she runs high.
Fearing the unknown,
but still choosing to fly.

Beyond the veil:
a gateway to time.
Marvelous and profound,
it was celestial with rhyme.

And her name is Scarlet,
a beautiful rose.
A mystery from the stars,
and from there she goes.
02-08-2018
Lanz Gabor Apr 2019
Look at those stars;
how they scintillate.
How they fill up the night,
and adhere in harmony.

With all of those lights,
and with all of those
colors and galaxies
in her eyes,

I wonder, endlessly:
At this very moment of us,
lying down with our
hands lightly intertwined;

thinking and hoping,
without weeping from
that old painful sorrow,
if it is you.

But there, there you go:
Looking back at me;
keeping time still
with those dazzling eyes.

I felt free, a different feel.
I felt the love, a ravishing spark.
And I felt the happiness,
an unmeasurable rarity.

Then I looked back at those stars,
and they made me really believe,
that amidst all of the spectaculars,
I was given the best one.
04-18-2019

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