In the darkest of the night,
I hear his song.
His gentle breathing soothes my soul.
His skin is soft and I long to touch it.
But I will not,
For fear of waking him from his peaceful sleep.
A strand of black hair falls out of place,
Covering his closed eyes.
I carefully push his silky hair off his face.
He does not wake from his gentle slumber,
And once again I can view his handsome face.
So calm is it and comforting for my torn soul.
He begins to stir and I flee,
Out of the room, down the stair,
Up another set of stairs and into my room.
I am out of breath,
My cheeks are flushed.
He did not catch me.
I have escaped again and for that I am glad.
I can hear his teasing,
Of me finally coming around and realizing it.
That is why I won't tell him.
That is why I won't.
For I love him.
He was right.
I'd love him eventually.
I hear his song.
His gentle breathing soothes my soul.
His skin is soft and I long to touch it.
But I will not,
For fear of waking him from his peaceful sleep.
A strand of black hair falls out of place,
Covering his closed eyes.
I carefully push his silky hair off his face.
He does not wake from his gentle slumber,
And once again I can view his handsome face.
So calm is it and comforting for my torn soul.
He begins to stir and I flee,
Out of the room, down the stair,
Up another set of stairs and into my room.
I am out of breath,
My cheeks are flushed.
He did not catch me.
I have escaped again and for that I am glad.
I can hear his teasing,
Of me finally coming around and realizing it.
That is why I won't tell him.
That is why I won't.
For I love him.
He was right.
I'd love him eventually.
