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I, uh, kinda got busy and caught up in crap, so I never got a horrible love poem in the physical mail. Hopefully this “shout it from a mountain that kind of looks like a blog oh wait it is a blog” approach will work alright. Heh. People who aren’t Brer can probably safely vacate the area until tomorrow.

I feel like I’ve forgotten something
some really big project or something
always occupied with such tasks
Am I busy? Do you need to ask?

I feel there’s something I need to do
an assignment to read all the way through
a paper to write, speech to perform,
keeping coals of efficiency warm

I feel like this goes on forever
in rain or snow or perfect weather
It never stops, so I can’t quit
even though I often think of it.

I feel like I am needing a break
a day, two weeks, for me to take
But there’s too much, as you can see
endless tasks that do “need” me.

I feel like I’m so lucky, though
as I hope that I can truly show,
that when I do get moments of time
there’s someone I know on the line
who relaxes me by being close
who’s available when I need the most
who stands watch, from day to day
to scare all of those stressors away

I feel like I can’t tell him how
he helps me out so much, now.
Do I deserve? I can’t say I know.
But it doesn’t matter to him, so
I’ll feel him there, and I will say
“Thank you.”
in every single way.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Brian.