There's some things that I just can't say to your face. So instead, I'll talk to you in your sleep.
I've been hiding these feelings from you for so long. You've always been my true definition of perfection. I've held you in such high regards, but you initimidate me; this I can admit.
But how would you react if you knew I felt this way about you?
Would you believe me if I said you are the meaning of my life?
Would you care if I told you I once had dreams of you being my wife?
If you knew that was the truth, would it scare you?
I know you're happy already. I know you're what they call "taken." Would it bother you if I said "I love you?"
What I wouldn't give to sell my heart to you; my perfect picture of serenity.
You truely are amazing; you truely are my unrequited love.
I cannot say these things to your face, with your eyes wide open. Truthfully, I think it's best you didn't even know. So I'll leave you with the softest kiss on your unparted lips, and run my fingers through your hair, as I wish deep down that your unconscious heart knows that I care.
Sleep well, love. You can never know.