Have I   ever told you before   I think you're beautiful when   you're sleeping?   I have faith you watch me in   my slumber, too.   If I'm   all that you're looking for,   tell me,   why is there a river streaming   down your face?   Sometimes makes me wonder   all about your   love.      After some time   it's something i find true. Love's   not a grave, it won't decay   on you.   So many days I was afraid   of love.      What   if nothing is just that and   suffering's the only thing we're good   at?   Dreaming, picture that   a whole world in a slumber.   But don't get   too attatched to the living,   even every single memory's   fleeting.   That's a fact, being torn   asunder.   But to my suprise, no reason   why, one day i woke   up and realized.      Give it to me,   love. I'll keep you in my focus   with love and affection.