The calendar says it’s only been ninety days,
A brief flickering moment in time’s long gaze.
But the math of the heart plays a different part,
For I’ve known you forever right from the start.
In twelve short weeks, the world has shifted hue,
Everything brighter, more honest, and true.
From the first nervous "hello" to the way we are now,
We’ve built a foundation, a silent, sweet vow.
It isn’t just passion or the thrill of the new,
It’s the peace that I feel when I’m standing by you.
It’s the quiet moments, the laughter, the grace,
The feeling of "home" when I look at your face.
So let the years wander and the seasons fly past,
We’ve built something sacred, something meant to last.
Three months is a chapter, a beautiful door,
To a love that is endless—and a lifetime of more.
I used to think that "forever" was a heavy word,
A distant peak, a story I’d only heard.
Something earned through decades, or written in the stars,
But then three months ago, I held your hand in ours.
It’s not the time we’ve spent, but the way you’ve filled the space,
The way the noise all quieted when I finally found your face.
In ninety days, you’ve become the air I didn't know I lacked,
A soul-deep recognition—a beautiful, sudden fact.
They say it’s early, that we’ve only just begun,
But my heart doesn't count the laps around the sun.
It only knows the safety, the "finally," the "you,"
The way you make a lifetime feel like something we’ll glide through.
So if you wonder if I’m certain, if I’m staying, if I’m sure—
My love for you is anchored, steady, and pure.
You are my last "first," the one I’ll always choose,
The only heart I ever knew I’d be terrified to lose.
Three months is just the prologue; the story’s yet to bend,
But I’m already certain how this book is going to end.
It ends with us. It ends with always.
They tell us it’s too soon to use a word as big as always,
That ninety days is just a breath, a shadow in the hallways.
But they don’t feel the gravity that pulls me to your side,
Or the way the world feels steady now, with nowhere left to hide.
I didn’t just fall for you; I fell into a truth—
That every path I’ve ever walked was leading to your youth.
Three months is just a number, a marker on a map,
But you’ve filled every hollow space and closed every gap.
It’s in the way you hold my hand like you’re holding onto life,
A quiet kind of healing through the chaos and the strife.
I don't need years to tell me what my spirit already knows:
That you’re the one I’ll walk with, everywhere the journey goes.
So let them call us "early," let them say we’re in a dream,
I’ll be right here beside you, drifting down the same deep stream.
Because three months was plenty to realize what’s true:
I was made to spend a forever loving you.
I’m trying to remember who I was before you came,
Before my heart learned the rhythm and the music of your name.
It’s only been three months, a tiny drop of time,
But I can’t find the person who wasn't yours, and you weren't mine.
It scares me how quickly you became the "why" in every day,
The anchor in my storm, the words I didn't know how to say.
Because ninety days shouldn't be enough to feel this deep,
To have this many promises I know I’m going to keep.
But love doesn't wait for permission or for years to pass us by,
It doesn't care for logic, and it doesn't have to try.
It just arrives like a landslide, certain and complete,
Leaving every doubt I ever had in ruins at my feet.
So if you ask me where I’ll be when a thousand months have gone,
I’ll be right where I am right now—still holding on.
Because three months was just the wake-up; the start of something true,
And I’m spending every breath I have left,
Just coming home to you.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
The calendar says it’s only been ninety days,
A brief flickering moment in time’s long gaze.
But the math of the heart plays a different part,
For I’ve known you forever right from the start.
In twelve short weeks, the world has shifted hue,
Everything brighter, more honest, and true.
From the first nervous "hello" to the way we are now,
We’ve built a foundation, a silent, sweet vow.
It isn’t just passion or the thrill of the new,
It’s the peace that I feel when I’m standing by you.
It’s the quiet moments, the laughter, the grace,
The feeling of "home" when I look at your face.
So let the years wander and the seasons fly past,
We’ve built something sacred, something meant to last.
Three months is a chapter, a beautiful door,
To a love that is endless—and a lifetime of more.
I used to think that "forever" was a heavy word,
A distant peak, a story I’d only heard.
Something earned through decades, or written in the stars,
But then three months ago, I held your hand in ours.
It’s not the time we’ve spent, but the way you’ve filled the space,
The way the noise all quieted when I finally found your face.
In ninety days, you’ve become the air I didn't know I lacked,
A soul-deep recognition—a beautiful, sudden fact.
They say it’s early, that we’ve only just begun,
But my heart doesn't count the laps around the sun.
It only knows the safety, the "finally," the "you,"
The way you make a lifetime feel like something we’ll glide through.
So if you wonder if I’m certain, if I’m staying, if I’m sure—
My love for you is anchored, steady, and pure.
You are my last "first," the one I’ll always choose,
The only heart I ever knew I’d be terrified to lose.
Three months is just the prologue; the story’s yet to bend,
But I’m already certain how this book is going to end.
It ends with us. It ends with always.
They tell us it’s too soon to use a word as big as always,
That ninety days is just a breath, a shadow in the hallways.
But they don’t feel the gravity that pulls me to your side,
Or the way the world feels steady now, with nowhere left to hide.
I didn’t just fall for you; I fell into a truth—
That every path I’ve ever walked was leading to your youth.
Three months is just a number, a marker on a map,
But you’ve filled every hollow space and closed every gap.
It’s in the way you hold my hand like you’re holding onto life,
A quiet kind of healing through the chaos and the strife.
I don't need years to tell me what my spirit already knows:
That you’re the one I’ll walk with, everywhere the journey goes.
So let them call us "early," let them say we’re in a dream,
I’ll be right here beside you, drifting down the same deep stream.
Because three months was plenty to realize what’s true:
I was made to spend a forever loving you.
I’m trying to remember who I was before you came,
Before my heart learned the rhythm and the music of your name.
It’s only been three months, a tiny drop of time,
But I can’t find the person who wasn't yours, and you weren't mine.
It scares me how quickly you became the "why" in every day,
The anchor in my storm, the words I didn't know how to say.
Because ninety days shouldn't be enough to feel this deep,
To have this many promises I know I’m going to keep.
But love doesn't wait for permission or for years to pass us by,
It doesn't care for logic, and it doesn't have to try.
It just arrives like a landslide, certain and complete,
Leaving every doubt I ever had in ruins at my feet.
So if you ask me where I’ll be when a thousand months have gone,
I’ll be right where I am right now—still holding on.
Because three months was just the wake-up; the start of something true,
And I’m spending every breath I have left,
Just coming home to you.
