I love how when you sleep you seem to look 5 years older.
As if your youth were hidden in your eyes and when they're shut it's as if your persistent childhood innocence is locked away,
just waiting to come out everyday with the rise of the morning sun.

I love when you're asleep around me.
It's in that moment I can see you dream and leave behind the world I so desperately want to hold you in.
While you sleep you can't be mine,
but you can also be no one else's.
It's the closest I feel to having you.
Uninterrupted and undisturbed,
and when you sleep with me wrapped in your arms I am home.
I found love.

But everyday the sun must rise.
Your innocence flashes back into your eyes
and we continue our lives without one another until the next moon in which we meet.
And then I get another chance to feel love one more time.

But it's never enough for me.