That's three hundred and sixty five
Days of love and laughter,
Days I've felt alive.
I still remember that evening,
That very first butterfly,
At the first chivalrous hello
From a dashing, sexy guy.
All those miles between us
Disappear once every second-
With every word we text
You were right here, I reckoned.
The plans we make, the trips we take,
The secret code we speak-
You know just what to say and do
To make this girl's knees weak.
Won't you stick around for 50 more?
Let's make each one as grand!
Can't wait to share them all with you,
My sweet to-be husband.