Note: These are poems/notes Barry wrote for Oliver on Valentine's day before they were together. 

Enjoy!

...

When the world was about to end, 

All I could think about was you.

When I thought I was going to die, 

All I could wonder was if you would notice.

When my family died, 

All I could hope was that you would talk to me.

When I lost everything, 

All I could ask was that I gained you.

I love you.

I know you don't believe it, or you don't care, or you don't know. That's okay. I hope, like anyone with a crush, that you would return it, but I'm also reasonable. I know that might not be the case. So... sorry, I guess.

On Valentine's Day, 

I bought you roses.

The next year, 

I made a CD for you.

The third, 

I gave you my heart.

Fourth found me as a comforting hand.

Fifth found us cuddling.

Sixth found us apart forever, 

Me in tears and you in a frown.

I beg for your attention, 

Yet you have none to give.

I pray for your companionship, 

But you already have one.

I cry out for your heart in return, 

But you can't hear me.

I'm desperate, 

But you don't even care.

I watched you with her

Now everything hurts

As I beg to be near you

To get scraps at your table

But you give them all to her

And she doesn't share

Maybe you're not into my kind

The boys

Or maybe it's both

Maybe it's fake

Of course, I hope it's the latter

But it's not,

Is it?

Roses are red

Like my cheeks

Violets are blue

Like my heart

I love you

Even if you don't return it

When Barry wrote these poems, he never thought Oliver would read them, let alone request another one.

"Aww," Oliver said as he held them up. "These are so sweet. Will you make me another?"

So Barry had agreed, but this time, he was going to make Oliver laugh.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You suck

And I swallow

Of course, Oliver took that as a challenge, calling over his shoulder as he manhandled Barry to the bedroom, "Oh, we'll see about that!"