My Valentine

It’s easy to be cynical about a holiday like Valentine’s Day, but every once in a while it can be a good thing to forget about the hokiness of an act, and just indulge. (My Valentine reminds me of this every time I watch a sappy romance movie with her through rolling eyes)

In that spirit . . .

I want to tell my Valentine
I love her very much;
I’m a lucky man to’ve been with her,
through ups and downs and such.

Composing’s not a thing I’ve done
enough these past few years,
I’ve let things get the best of me–
distractions, hopes and fears.

But rest assured I’m still the man
who strings words full of thought,
even though I’ve been neglect
to share, more oft than not.

For love, you see, is tricky,
e’en the best-intended fails
to express itself fully enough
to make a mate’s heart swell.

So here’s my best attempt to show
the bubblings still beneath
a much-t0o-oft complacent shell
that hides my passion’s teeth.

To the girl I’ve loved for all these years,
my Valentine, my Kelly:
may my efforts be more showing of
the feelings in my belly.

I hope this lyric finds it way
through cyberspace and Google,
if you check your RSS feed, dear,
you’ll find I’m shameless for you.

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