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Moment #00354

What's it like, I wonder.

To love.

To love moment by moment
And instant by instant
And melt into a puddle
Of insanity over the
Inconsistency of it all.

To kiss so agonizingly slowly
That when you part, you
Can't help but think that
This is goodbye.

To love so unbelievably deeply
That every second

Is teetering over goodbye.

Author notes

Prose piece that was too short to be anything good, so converted into poetry.  I'm hungry.  This is cliche.  Indeed.
Written October 6th, 2005

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  • butterflyinflight
    October 14, 2005
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    "To kiss so agonizingly slowly
    That when you part, you
    Can't help but think that
    This is goodbye.

    To love so unbelievably deeply
    That every second

    Is teetering over goodbye."

    Ahhh.....I'm in love.

    You know I've felt this exact thing?

    And been crying so hard that he and I had trouble breathing, let alone kiss each other goodbye...

    Anyhow. Sorry. This just struck a strong nerve. Congrats.

    - me

  • anne
    October 7, 2005
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    even if you think it is cliched, it still has some good stuff in there. like the entire middle section. it's kinda like love at turbo-intensity. i like this. your prose turned poetry is enjoyable.