I’ve never seen someone sleep so peacefully.
I’m watching him now, just occasionally glancing.
Nothing odd, he’s just in my sight.
A peculiar face, carved beautifully.

I’ve never met someone ive struggled to read
As much as the person I’m sitting by.
I look into his eyes, and I can’t just cant tell.
His deep mind, I want to pull out and pry.

I wonder how he feels, about this and everything.
Perhaps I ask too many questions, maybe too curious.
I want to know how he feels about that, you know.
If he felt the same, like something serious.

I guess I could always ask, but I will admit I’m cowardly.
But just with these things, they can be difficult.
My chest hurts a little as I write this, beating loud.
Sleep deprivation, to get as much time as possible.

I wonder if that’s why he stays up till sunrise.
When its just us two and the moon.
I just want to know what he thinks, how he feels.
I may rot if I don’t find out soon.

I’m already craving more, is that bad?
He is still asleep, I’m waiting for him to wake.
I wonder what he will say
And from this, what will we make?

The draw is strong, like a magnet.
I wonder if he senses the same.
Our cosmic energies align perfectly.
Like a spark waiting, ready to burst into flame.

He looks at me across the fire
And it makes me nervous
I wonder what he sees
Anything deeper? Or only just the surface?

This is different, this is completely new
For once, I don’t know where he will take me
If I take this leap, I will have no clue.