Sleeping creatures

I'm in love with the sleeping
How their corpses slowly yet firmly demonstrate each breath
How the factions on their faces is calm and neutral
How delicate and fragile they seem
It's beautiful
Their chests rising and falling
Their breath so marked and constant, never failing, never changing
It has a unique beauty
And it wakes in me a need to protect, to keep them warm, not to let any shadow get to them, so they can keep sleeping
And keep on being beautiful
And I stay vigilant as I observe with love my sleeping protegee
I wonder if my love is only there while they sleep
If I can hold them forever in my protection
If I could watch their slow breathing forever