Dreams

I sit and watch thee sleeping,
Not a sound...but do I make,
For fear that I might wake thee,
And a fool...of myself...but make-
For I contemplate thy loveliness,
While thou art deep in dreams,
Wondering unto myself,
Though silly as it seems-
Would thou be offended,
To know thou interest me,
So much so that...I watch thee sleep,
And think thee beautiful?
Yet no sound...but do I make,
For fear that I might wake thee,
For foolish is it, that I watch,
For thou don't even know me -
Deep in thy dream...thou art far away,
Know not...that I watcheth thee,
But the memory, I will cherish,
For all eternity.