He sleeps beside me in our bed.
I wonder what he is dreaming inside that gorgeous head.
In the beginning he spoke of dreams about me.
He said he kept his heart locked and couldn’t believe another woman set it free.
I quietly slide in next to him so that no hears.
For a moment I imagine life without him, though just a thought, my heart ached and my eyes filled with tears.
I lay there and watch his beautiful face.
He is off somewhere someplace.
A vision only I can love,
one hand in his brief, the other lay above.
His breaths are long and deep.
A picture in my mind of this body I frozen in time to
In his slumber he gives me a grin,
I chuckle inside and think, God How I Love Him.
I know we were meant to be.
But sometimes I wonder if he still dreams of me.
In his eyes I am his wife.
I wonder if he knows....that he is my life.
Since the first moment I met him, I fell so deep.
I softly kiss his face and whisper “ I love you” while
By Joanne Streightiff