My favorite time is nightime when I climb into my bed.
All tucked in and cozy with the soft pillow beneath my head.
Wondering what I'll dream tonight, another love to hold me tight.
I love to sleep where all is a dream and nothing is as it really seems.
No worries, no cares, just blissful sleep, I never have to count any sheep.
So I get through the days and soon it will be my favorite time for only me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, another good one. Pam