It'll be a year until I see you again
By then, I'm sure
There will be someone else

And so
I need you to know
That though it was short,
Just three weeks of fifty-two,
You,
While you lasted,
Were the best thing
I have ever felt.

You,
With your red hair in ringlets
And your chocolate brown eyes.

You,
With your never-ending freckles
And the dimples in your cheeks.

Your beauty
Made it a
Crime
Not to stare.