Isn’t it the thought that counts?

This guy gets me. He really gets me. (Or do I get him?)

Transcript

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PANEL 1:

Husband looks at blank page titled “A Love Poem”.

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PANEL 2:

HUSBAND: “sigh” I suck at this.

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PANEL 3:

HUSBAND: [crumpling paper] Screw it.

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PANEL 4:

HUSBAND: [at Wife passing by] HEY!

WIFE: ?

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PANEL 5:

HUSBAND: I’m thinking nice things about you that I don’t know how to express in words!

WIFE: aww

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PANEL 6:

WIFE: [hugging Husband] I love when you try.

Though my problem is less poetry and more wrangling the fragmented gibberish in my head into something resembling coherence, be it for this blog or that novel I’m supposed to be working on …