Nine Hundred and Ten Days

Nine hundred and ten days

Many days filled with laughter,

Few filled with sadness.

Nine hundred and ten days,

Yet the first day is most memorable.

So young, but so in love,

For nine hundred and ten days,

I have never stopped loving you.

Where would I be without the

Nine hundred and ten days,

Of you telling me to enjoy the little things.

Telling me that there is nothing to be scared of,

And to pursue my dreams.

For nine hundred and ten days,

There has been unconditional love,

Laughter,

Tears,

But most of all,

For nine hundred and ten days,

You have been my one and only.

This poem is about: 
My family
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