I met you first when I was fifteen,
You brought into my life that missing pop of light and sheen,
Ever since, there’s no looking back – I search for you first thing in the morning,
Because, my mornings, you make them bright, you bring, in them, the bling,
My world blacks out without you, and everything becomes a blur,
For it is you, that gives me hope, it is you that brings me my spur,
There’s not a moment that I’m awake and you ain’t with me,
Oh my half frame, horn-rimmed glasses, what would I do without thee?