There upon your upside down
reading in your evening gown
I hear you whisper soft romances
in paragraphs of second chances

Lost in sighs forbidden yet true
I watch the story touching you
Blushes red and brow so set
Through these pages our eyes met

You read me well between the lines
and peer into this heart of mine
The world I make is yours alone
when in the night; new pages shown

Yet sleep invades our story time
as you slip into a restless dream
But here I'll wait among the rhymes
It's not just a story to me.