Prom?

I have immortalized my memory of you that night,
Only poems, few pictures: there was too much light.

I couldn’t stop staring at the flowers in your hair,
And spent the rest of the night drunk off the air.

When you left, the songbirds took your place
While my pages filled up with your face,
Until the crystal azure morning finally came.

From the warmth of your bed you woke with a yawn
To find my dreams lain delicately on your lawn.

Your smile gleamed white, your thumb raised high,
Silhouetted against the white, gleaming sky.

I promised that for once I’d have fun,
And that we’d try our best to look as one,
But first I’ll cut my ragged mane.

I’ve got a permanent fixed rainbow over my head,
Giving a vibrant warning to all misery ahead.

Yes, I’m a poet since I’m perpetually in love:
Not yet, I think, but it’s something I dream of.

I don’t mind if you never see me that way,
And if we’re still friends long after that day—
To me, it’s happiness all the same.