It's late and you are smiling
Your eyes sparkle with mischief.
It's late and you are laughing
A smile flickers across your face
and your eyes meet mine.
My brain is foggy with sleep,
And I am intoxicated by the sound of you.
I am on a sugar high; I'm not thinking straight.
I can't be, because I'm dreaming of you.
Why is it that when I am tired my thoughts always wander your way?
Unintentionally I trace a path from my day to yours
Weaving together our shared laughter in a lattice of unwarranted hope.
Unrequited adoration is a way of life for me.
So instead of making a fool of myself
and stuttering through my speech when I'm with you,
I'll weave this tapestry of words
And hang it on the wall of my heart to collect dust.