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.