You’re just a girl, everyone says

But that doesn’t explain

Why you’re in my head.

Thought I don’t know

Your smell or your taste

Every time I close my eyes

All I see is your face.

I know your smile

Can light up a room

I’d watch you dance

The only thing dark about you is your hair

It makes me laugh

When it goes everywhere.

I wish this poem didn’t have to end

And I could tell you

All the thought I hide within.

But we both have lives

That we must return to

And no matter how many poems I write

Over years, months, days or hours.

Up here in my glass tower

This poem is yours, Summer Glau

Forever.