Tired eyes staring at your sleeping face , afraid that when you wake you won't look at me the way you used to.
My tired eyes , filled with silently overflowing tears and the yearning to reach out and touch your porcelain skin.
Eyes , that are witnessing this perfect picture of peace , so beautiful it makes my heart ache , so rare that I dare not reach out and put a hand on the arch of your exposed back, for fear of never seeing again.
My eyes, which never meant harm in witnessing the vulnerability of your soul.
Lesson learned, a secret which I will speak of but only in the privacy of my own mind .
The words on repeat , I love you , I love you , I love you .
You held me last night for the briefest of moments , when your mind forgot and your body remembered .
My eyes opened for one fleeting moment, awake in my sleeping state, long enough for me to recognise the bittersweet significance of the moment .
My eyes,that are now fighting to stay open, to stay focused, to stay present in this moment that, will pass me by if I only dare blink.