The Beginning or The End

The holidays are over,
I march back to school.
My backpack's overflowing,
I feel like a fool.

But it is all worth it,
These things that I do.
For in those classrooms,
I will find you.

To see you smile,
Or to look at your hair.
Your a sight for sore eyes,
Till your last breath of air.

Your face is the sun,
On a gloomy day.
If you would come with me,
I'd take you away.

To a place near the ocean,
Or on top a roof.
I'll tell you that i love you,
And I'll give you the proof.