Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two minute love poem Theme shamelessly stolen from She who Was Phelps. two minute love poem I am the only one who can sayI understand the joke beneath the joke When you crack your wide smile And laugh like a clap of thunder when amusement strikes. You frustrate me. You forget important things. Sometimes I think your sense of humor can be cruel. You don't enjoy books like I do. You scared me when we first met, trapped in an elevator together And I though you were going to kiss me. You adore my two best friends, and they love you back. You sing songs to our cats. You play blues music in the middle of the living room, Sitting in your underwear with a distant expression on your face. We lie in bed at night and talk for hours about stupid things. You let me go even when it hurt you to do it, because I needed to. You scared me when you proposed, lying in the dark in a strange house And I though you were laughing, but you were terrified and your voice was wavering. Two minutes isn't enough. 12:45 p.m. - 2002-02-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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