All Year Poem by James Meaney

I wrote you a poem on all 365 days
I cant explain why this makes sense
Every sunset sparkled in different ways
Reminding me of you in every sense
- I'd start over every morning
Rewrite this poem that had no end
There's really no question that I'm fallin
Like pea's and carrots..., ya we blend
It' could last 'time', Become a trend
Where threading this quilt... No Mend
Your gorgeous, I keep fallin again & again
But keep in mind there's always struggle
when there's wind to the trees they bend
anyways I don't wanna ruin this rhyme
With all that future mushy stuff
So If it's good with you, then I'm fine-
lets rip the calendar, and take it a day at a time.