Who Does Sleep Profit? (Always On My Mind) Poem by Anonymous Anonymous

Who does sleep profit,
When you're always on my mind?
The well of my eye,
Has gone completely dry.
To never see your face
Makes me wish I were blind.
I look at the moon,
And wish I could see you soon.
My heart aches for your smile,
So gentle; so tender and kind.
Your presence is like no other,
A warm breeze, the nicest weather.
I've looked forever, never to be found.
I look into your eyes, a treasure I find.
Words can't express the feeling in my heart.
My emotions are strong, not easily sought.
Who does sleep profit,
When you're always on my mind?
Awestruck with love,
I'd rather be blind.