Will you love me on Mondays
when we’re tired and don’t wanna work?
Will tender feelings still be there
when we’re at our worst?
Will you smile on Wednesdays
if you wake up and see my face?
If I fail and make mistakes
will you still extend grace?
Will you treasure me on Fridays
after a week of highs and lows?
Will the love you have for me
endure past what life throws?
I’ll still love you on Mondays
and every morning as we turn old
No matter what each day brings
I’ll be your hand to hold
I deliberately didn’t publish this on a Monday 🙂