He gazed up in awe, admiring every detail. Meticulously taking mental images of his lover, for he knew not when she would reveal herself to him again. He studied the roundness in her cheeks, the soft tone of her skin, and every perfect imperfection of her countenance. Every night he was allured to her because even the tiniest sliver satisfied his soul. The hours felt eternal and everything else was simply bland as he anticipated her return. The nights she hid herself behind her blankets she robbed him of his sleep. His mind would crave her, his heart would miss her. He was imprisoned by his love, but this love was the only thing that set him free.