Our love is breathless in the night-

Of passion, desire, and burning flames born;

But the embers have cooled by the morn

And your still-sleeping face pulls me in tight.

I cannot help but drink in the sight

(though I know you my actions would scorn)

And so from my eye that blindfold is torn:

I must see you in a brighter light.

The influx of sensation assaults that eye-

Each of your details open to me.

For once, I can see beyond our lies

To what you are, and what you shall be.

My love's heart is twisted, yet I can't help but think

He's so much more than just paper and ink.