On satin sheets my lady lies.
What does she dream behind closed eyes?
It seems she dreaming pleasantly
the evidence is plain to see
. She’s smiling sweetly in her sleep.
Her secret dreams are hers to keep
but sometimes she will share with me
because she trusts me completely.
She knows that I will understand
her soaring flights of fantasy
The things she sees in fairyland
and listen sympathetically.
I need not dream I realise
my lady is my paradise.
18-Jan-08
As usual Ivor you aspire to the heights. Lovely poem, so gentle on the mind woven with such beautiful words and imagery. Loved it. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
A really beautiful write Ivor! ! Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem! ! ! ! *10plus *! ! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Once again great word control to be able to express the thought. Very good work