The Book of Lives

Our lives are written across the pages of a book.
That's a premonition I have.
Each chapter is penned line after line.
It's all completed.
We're reading the script of our lives.

I found a picture of me as a boy today.
I was smiling big,
wearing the red sombrero that hung in Grandpa's cottage.
And thinking back to that part of my story, I can tell that smile was practice for you.
So you'd know I was me.

As I write this I can't read ahead.
But I feel like you're the best character I'll find.
My favorite one.
And I'm charmed to be the one smiling at you.