One year

One year in, and

You’re still awesome, you didn’t turn out to be

A wolf in sheep’s clothing – because you see,

With people who seem as awfully nice as you,

One has to account for that eventuality too.

One year in, and

You’re still hot, you’ve got the charm,

Still plenty of toned muscles in your arms.

And now you’ve got a stubble too, which in my eyes,

makes you sexy as sin.

One year in, and

You’re even more kind and sweet,

There’s more love in you than words could ever mean.

Warmth runs through me, head to feet

When I think of you, and the year that has been.