I see his sleeping eyes in the moonlight.
He is beauty in his sleep.
I know he'll awaken and hate me;
I've gotten in too deep.
I watch him in his slumber, when
our love is pure and sweet.
I know he'll wake to tell me lies
yet, I cannot bare to leave.
I'm watching over him while he sleeps
wondering of what he dreams.
In the morning, he'll wake me with threats on my life,
but he loves me when he sleeps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem