No introduction, I’m just going to let the poem speak for me, other than saying that it’s a little out of season.

"If I offer 11 months of love..."


If I offer 11 months of love,
51 weeks of pecks on the cheek,
364 days of ways to show you
your love is safe and secure
within the hallowed halls of my heart.
If I offer 8,736 hours proclaiming
the power and depth of this commitment,
524,160 minutes devoted to the minutiae,
like making sure your
favorite flavor of tea is continuously
stocked in the shelves of my home,
or dinner in the midst of preparation
and a warm bath drawn when you arrive,
because I could hear
the weariness in your voice
when I asked if you were coming by.
If I give you 31,449,600 seconds
when you are second to none,
If I can do all this,
then can we pretend that Valentines day doesn’t exist,
and allow me to continue to love you
like I promised you I would
on the day you tied
your life line with mine.

Victor R. Harris Jr. © 2001


Trained in the ways of critical thinking and skepticism at a young age by his mother, Victor then learned the ways of atheism during ten years of catholic schooling. He has been a Dj since 1996. a performance poet since 1999, a cheesecake baker and entrepreneur since 2003, and a race car driver since he figured out which pedal was the accelerator, which pedal was the brake and which pedal was the clutch, there is a rumor that there is a video of him doing these four pursuits at the same time...but it is as of yet unsubstantiated. He is also an avid Formula 1 fan, and would like to add: Go Lewis.

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