Whilst she sleeps i'm too busy painting pictures of her tangled up amongst our arms and feet
cnd while she dreams I'm often watching wondering about if at all she stops and thinks of me
While her mind's writing stories that she'll tell me in the morning when we meet
While she wakes I'm already up and waiting for her just to place a peck upon her cheek
cnd before we speak I hold her ever closer to me bundled up in love between the sheets
cnd as the sun bleeds through the blinds and hits her eyes I sigh how did you sleep?