I dream about him every night,
the moon, my great spotlight.
Behind my eyelids,
while i'm warm in bed.
Thoughts of him drift through my head.
The stars, they glisten
as one will listen,
to the midnights tune.
Through my vains,
so warm with need,
The pleasure of a lovers
soon to be deed.
Across the night sky,
clouds are alive and
they dance one with the moon.
Flying around with the winds loving tune.
Shifting in bed,
the thoughts in my head,
shake me with delight.
But when i sense fear that of the sun is near,
i cover my head dazed in bed
and dream of my lover again and again...
Darlene Belcher
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lovers-love/
