I watch you sleeping.

I watch you dreaming.

I see the innocence in the way you're breathing.

I get butterflies whenever you get closer to me.

I am far too afraid to fulfill my curiosity.

If I had an opportunity,

To know the things that you would do to me,

If ever you, as well, had an opportunity.

I tell you the way I really feel.

Sometimes, it doesn't even feel real.

When I look into your eyes,

And you look back into mine,

I can't find my breath,

And I get lost in time.

These words may go unseen,

And I really do not care.

For, I will see you in my dreams,

And hear your voice in the cold, winter air.