Forever mine.
You're so beautiful when you're asleep. Your delicate and innocent features are lighted up by the moon rays: it seems like they're going to caress your tender skin, invisible hands that graze you in the darkness, not wanting to be find out.
Sometimes I allow myself to touch you, sometimes I only stare at your graceful face till the sun rises. During the day I can't show you how much I care for you, but at night, you're only mine. And there's only me and you, like when we were in our mom's womb. We're twins my dear one: our bond is one of the deepest in the world, tying us and making us belong to each other. Can't you see that? No, you can't understand: you're so naïve.
But maybe, what you can't see won't hurt you, and that way I'll still have my own advantages on you. I turn over to see what time is it, and I notice something near the alarm clock: a bracelet. To be precise, your bracelet. I always wear mine, so I can't be mistaken. How I'd like to force you to wear it every single minute of every single day, showing everyone who you belong to. Our bracelets aren't some trivial object that you can find in any cheap stand; they are the symbol of our bond, why do you keep denying it? It's useless, my darling, you're only wasting your time.
However, for now I'll have to wait for you to notice me and meanwhile to content myself to scare the hell out of your idiotic fan girls, making them go away as far as possible. Oh my dear one, you can fight me with all your effort, but there will always be a little secret you won't ever know: at night, when there's only me and you, you're mine. Like it was supposed to be in the beginning and will always be: forever, only mine.