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  Oct 2014 Aron
Caitlin S
True happiness;
It comes from pancakes on a Sunday morning,
Holding hands while we walk.
It emerges over coffee in the mornings,
Creeps in with movies late into the night.
It is walks in the woods on an October afternoon,
Comes from long talks before bed.
It is love when you are unlovable,
Feeling rich when you are poor.
It is friendship that never wavers,
It is simpler to find than you believe.
Aron Oct 2014
I will bury my love for her in a secret garden, where all of my hopes & dreams lies.
In there, my love will be eternal & pure.

Then one day, it will bloom like a flower but it will be the most beautiful flower that everyone will ever see.

Then I will proudly tell her that my love for her will totally feel brand new.

It will be a love so strong that it can withstand any storm & hurricane but it will also be weak, for without her my love will be shattered to pieces.

It will be eternal & will last longer than the illusion of time but when she desert me, my love will die in a heart beat.

But one thing is for sure, my love for her will be pure & honest.
Aron Oct 2014
As an atheist,
I didn't believed that angels exist
but one day there's a sudden twist
a feeling that's so hard to resist.

You're a flower trapped in a ***,
you passed me by within eyeshot
and then suddenly I forgot,
everything I believed in
suddenly turn to naught.

Maybe someone has cast a curse
because suddenly I am forced
to believe something so diverse!
You're a Goddess that created
not just the world but also the entire universe.
Aron Oct 2014
Yet
Lately, I've been forcing myself to write
about a girl whose name I cannot tell.
Her smile has always been a beautiful sight
but loving her feels more like hell.

The reason is that every day & every night,
she's on my mind like some kind of spell
but I cannot stop since it does not feel right
for I am afraid to be the one to bid farewell.

I'm standing outside, looking at the moonlight,
a sudden realization arises.
There's something on you I cannot repel.
It was you who started & ignite,
a fire that so strong it burned the skies.

And now with all of my might,
I will finally reveal and tell
without fear & a single trace of any regret.
Writing this poem for you has been a delight,
my voice is shaking but I will proudly yell
that I am finally convinced that loving you was kismet.

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