The Man of My Dreams

When I was fifteen, I met the man of my dreams The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with When I look at him, my heart still races It is when we go to sleep at night that I realize how wonderful this man really is As we lay together, I watch him drift off to sleep As I look at him, I see a sensual kind of softness I listen for every breath and watch every movement I run my fingers over his chest twisting the hair gently around my fingertips I kiss his cheek softly so as not to wake him The smell of his cologne makes me tremble I am so in love with this man He has such a caring heart Everything he does, he does with so much love He is the most wonderful man I have ever known As I drift off to sleep, I thank God above For giving me this wonderful man to love He is my husband and my best friend He is the man of my dreams Copyright © 1998 Shari E Davis