What do you do when the darkness Isn't dark enough?

When the lights in your brain won't cease to be and their brightness is keeping you up?

What do you do when you hear the birds singing,

and the morning comes creeping

through the windows and curtains?

When you should have been sleeping 

but you still wait for slumber?

Do you roll around, counting numbers?

Or imagine things that never will be?

Do you lay in your bed, thinking of me?

Because I do think of you,

and that's why I can't sleep.

I'm cursed by the memories,

by the pictures I see,

of your disheveled hair

flying free through the air,

through the breeze of the sea.

And the sun setting down

in the pinkest of skies 

- stared at by your eyes-.

What a beautiful sight!

I'm perplexed, paralyzed!

So deep in thought, I stayed up all night!

Will I remain so in love for the rest of my life?

Will I ever get to call you mine?

A hundred questions,

a hundred lines,

I could write to you,

just to pass the time!