19 November 2015

The Dream

By Bryan

I lie asleep,
Then hearing a familiar voice telling me to get up,
I slowly open my eyes,
When my eyes have adjusted,
To the morning light,
I see the girl I love with all my heart,
Staring down at me smiling,

She bends down whispers,
The sweet words of Ich Leibe Dich, into my ears,
The language of love for her and I,
People call it German; we call it our own,
I slowly get up and hold her outreached hands,
And smile sweetly as I look at her,

I lay back down,
Nothing else said,
She smiles and says Guten Morgen and gives me a kiss,
On my forehead,
She slowly gets into the bed,

Then I wake up!

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