Have I

ever told you before

I think

you're beautiful

when you're sleeping?

(I have faith you watch me in my slumber, too.)

If I'm

all that you're looking for,

tell me,

why is there a river streaming down your face?

(Sometimes makes me wonder all about your love.)

After some time

it's something i find true.

Love's not a grave,

it won't decay on you.

So many days I was afraid of love.