Every night in my dreams
I see his face.
He holds me in his arms
it is the perfect place.
He whispers in my ears,
his kisses I can feel.
He mumbles I love you
is he even real?
He is the sweetest mystery
and I cannot wait to dream
because even in this fantasy
it is as perfect as it seems.
I want that kind of love
that will be held so true.
The man in my dreams,
I hope it is you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem