I can't think of anything better, than to sit here
and look at the way my lover sleeps.
I can't think of anything worse, than not being here
in the quietness of the night as time slips.
I don't want to lose myself in deep slumber
but I can't keep myself awake,
There's so much more to live for in the adventure
than to shut down and enervate.
The night is young and so am I,
I live a thousand years before.
Life is nothing but a passing sigh,
but love dwells now and forever more.
I won't know what to do with time
if we had to live life without passion,
Living would sadly be a crime
if we only survive without fervor and devotion.