Our First Day by K.L. Neely

You’re my honeysuckle,  

sweet as summer air. 

My religion,  

the place I go to worship. 

I want to meet you for the first time  

every day. 

I want to fall in love with you  

over and over again. 

Every day is my first day  

with you. 

Can today be our first day, 

again?