Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days

Written by: Michelle Ruff

It has been almost one year,

	Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days. And yet, it's only been three-hundred-and-fifty. But I already love you in so many ways.

	Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days is a long, long time together. Are you scared, my love, like I? Read me more poems about the weather.

	Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days to show you each and every day how much I care. I keep trying so hard - trust me, trust me. But sometimes it seems like you don't play fair.

	Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days to beg you to fall in love with me too. Hundreds of days ago, you once said, "No." But now, I have you ask you...

	Do you really love me?