Sometimes I watch you in your sleep...
pondering what you're dreaming.
Your face so relaxed and calm...
makes me imagine that you're leading.
A troop of ladybugs on a safari...
hunting meadows for aphids.
Through gra**y fields and sunny skies...
that look like they were painted.
Yet when awake hearing things you say...
a weaker man would've fainted.
Your cryptic messeges and sour words...
leave such beautiful imagery tainted.