To My Sweet Paris Poem by Ian (Dying for her)

As I am writing this, I hear you breathe...
quietly.... your breast softly rising....
you lay on my chest.
I'm looking down at you smiling... feeling like the luckiest man in the world to have the pleasure of seeing you like this...
at rest... at ease...
your face worry free... you wrapped in me...
stroking your hair... I replay our day we shared... our days that passed... and our days that may be to come.
I can't wait for the sun to rise... to see you rise... the way you do....
hear you sigh... see your newly rested face.
But then i dont wish for this to come... I know I'll have to leave you,
no I won't but you'll make me... I do not wish to.
I'll stay... I'll follow you.. not wanting to scare you... lose you I won't.
You tell meyou can't do us.... there's someone else... I don't believe you.
I won't leave without you... I can't live without you...
come with me.... you don't have to forget everything and everyone as I have... that was my choice...
but come with me, and let me love you.