Dreams Become Reality Poem by Gert Strydom

With us dreams do become reality
where last night you were lying against me,
our heart in pure bliss were throbbing,
all the things deep in your heart you were telling me,
sleep were sneaking into our conversation,
your fingers were touching me softly,
while sleep were coming closer
and together we shared our way of sleeping.
In the morning when you look big-eyed at me,
are happy to have me in bed with you
as if you do not trust my presence,
and realise that we do not deserve this happiness
you smile brightly when you look at me,
do look as the prettiest woman on earth.