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Light beams through the window, I watch your face glisten.

Your perfect contours, your tone, your dark hair, to the beat of your heart I listen.

Are you dreaming of me, you and I alone, in an idyllic courtyard somewhere? I hope you see me as your angel, as you stand, walk toward me, we peacefully stare.

“I love you”, I whisper, and I see your mouth twitch, and I pretend that you've just heard me. I could lay here all day, simply gazing at you, my vulnerability begs; “don't hurt me”.