Those days

(This I wrote around the days when I was in love, yet again... and those were the days)

These days

These days I haven't told you enough, I haven't sowed you enough how much I love you.

There says I have been loud about everything, consumed with my tribulations and sistracted by your confusion.

These days I have forgotten to remind myself that every flower, every living thing as love, needs to be nurtured.

These days are like any other day and should not be forgotten.

These days I love you as I did yesterday, yet more than ever did or will.

These days I am thankful you exist.

I am happy we have found one another.

I am delighted how much I am loving these, because love is all around.

These days are like any other day.

And you being in them makes them special in every way.

(I am trying to decide if I love too much or waste away a perfectly good feeling. This has got to affect how much loving someone is worth these days. And I just can't help myself.)