A book.
Not too big, but by no means small;
Unremarkable in shape.
Bright colors like the summer sun
Catch the eye at just a glance.
So many others on the shelf;
It seems just one of many,
But what importance lies within
Is not revealed to all.
The culmination of my adolescence exists between its pages;
The wishes, hopes, and dreams of ages are captured in this tome;
Years of my life are held in it;
Joy, sadness, all that comes with it;
Those that I love with all my heart
Play out their final chapters here.
To many it may never be much better than any other is.
To them it's good, but nothing special;
Perhaps it's great, but soon forgotten,
But to me it is more precious than a thousand of its kind,
And I know deep within my heart that I will never ever find
Again, another book like this.
Though I'll read many that I love,
Deathly Hallows and the Harry Potter
Will always be above.