Beside me, lost in a world I may not enter, you sleep.
Your countenance tranquil, gentle the face dearest to me.
What wonders to amaze, do your dreams reveal, in languor so deep?
Will you remember, will you share, provide me the key?
As I lay here, loving you is so easy, a blessing in my time.
Had I once thought my heart to capture, a love so pure as yours?
Would that I, once lost soul, be granted the treasure of making you mine?
If this be my dream, may I never wake to write memoirs.