He’s Not A Dream
His face is like the moonlight,
It brings light to all dark places.
His smile sparkles like stars,
It brightens up all faces.
His lips are ruby red,
And taste as sweet as wine.
They feel so soft and gentle,
As they press themselves on mine.
Each morning on awakening,
I turn around to see.
That my true love is real,
And that he’s sleeping next to me.
From: Love, Loss, Life, Laughter
