Treasure Island

Aaron Rowe

(June 9th 1990 / Huntsville, Alabama)

The Days Of Love


Love is a funny emotion
It seems to follow you around all week
The start of a brand new week as follows
Monday-Mindful Monday-I’m thankful I have found you
Tuesday-Terrific Tuesday- Time to talk about tomorrow
Wednesday-Wonderful Wednesday-Want to see a movie with me
Thursday-Tremendous Thursday-The time to reflect and think about you
Friday-Fantastic Friday-Free time to talk to you on the phone
Saturday-Spectacular Saturday-Today I’m spending the day with you
Sunday-Superb Sunday-I think of you in the coming week
Next week is a brand new week. A new chance to think about you

Submitted: Friday, August 25, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 28, 2010
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