It's early, and I shouldn't be awake.
But here I am.
Thinking.
I long for my thoughts to stop swirling.
I don't want to see the one who haunts my deepest ponderings.

But at the same time, I do.
They're beautiful.
Everything about them intrigues me.
I would explore the depths of their heart
if only there was time.  

Oh, why must they do this to me?
Deprive me of blissful sleep.
Invade my mind so constantly.
Make me restless until the dawn.

I may be insane for saying so,
but I don't want this insomnia to end.
It's a wonderful side effect
of the drug known as love.