One day,

I'll cross that new frontier

Of who you have now become,

And forget, for once,

That I remember your freckles' many

Constellations

But not the capital of Iowa,

And that I remember your 

Favorite t-shirt

But not how to find the area of a circle.

Because when it comes to you,

Roses may be red,

But violets aren't always blue

And I'll forever wonder

Why that will be inherently true.