I gazed intently at his sleeping face, an intense feeling welling up in my chest as I took in his blond hair, his long lashes, his sweet, slumbering countenance. I felt a strange sort of feeling for him as I stared at his face, It felt... intense, not at all like what I had felt when I looked at her sleeping form. I realized now that what I had felt then was just an infatuation, driven out of proportion by a man who had never experianced such an emotion, and therefor did not know how to react. But this feeling... it felt so real. It felt like... it felt like love, I realized.
My life until I had met her was centered on my music. I felt an extreme joy when I watched a score take shape in my hands, heard it's echo through the room as it was sung by the mournful wailing lungs of the organ. But she had thrown my life askew. She had scattered my thoughts, distracted my rythym. But with him... I felt collected. I suddenly felt the urge to walk to my organ, seat myself in the state of complete undress I was in, and play something, anything, and the thought of it made me need to stifle my laughter for fear of waking him. Instead I bent down, my lips meeting his forhead, and then positioned myself as close to him as possible. He groaned, the sound of a sleeper disturbed and turned to his side, his eyes opening slightly as he pressed into me.
"hmmm... Goodmorning my Angel."
He whispered the words into my chest, his eyes closed again, and I felt an elation that spread to the very depths of my soul. I stroked my hand down his spine, feeling well rewarded when his lips turned up into a smile and he snuggled closer to me.
"Goodmorning, my prince."