When you sleep

As I lay down next to you when you sleep,

I ponder on how can something so pure, so innocent, and so perfect, was placed at the right people at the wrong time.
And I wonder why would the universe waste such valuable love on two people who could never be, and who could never see that what they had was something that could set them free.

Is it not what it seems? Is it not meant to be?
I searched for an answer in you, but I'm at a lost on what to do.

To my present love - my happiness, my sadness.
I could place my hand in yours yet I could never feel your touch.
I could look into your eyes yet I could not see my reflection.
I could speak to you in words yet I could not hear my own voice.

And only when you sleep,
it is then I feel like I'm yours, and you are mine.

- 00.40 am (24/05/16)