I opened a book
And it contained you
A big picture with such intricate lines
Curves and dips and angles that wove through each other

I read through the paragraphs that described
Your hair and blue-grey eyes and crooked smile
The ones that held the secrets of your laugh and
The softness of your skin

And I read through a page or two that told me how you
Smoke and drink and sometimes had a little too much fun
And I loved you all the same because we are all a little flawed

And I hope that you someday open my little book
Skim through its pages and read about how I
Was sad and sorry and a little under the weather
For the better portion of my high school years...

And I hope that you love me even more....