Dreams

By: Nichole Marie Moore

Gazing at my book of dreams,
you seem to appear quite frequently
it seems,
through the good and bad,
the happy and sad,
In all my dreams you seem to be,
right there in every one,
standing next to me,
to show my eyes what yours see,
and to tell my ears what yours hear,
In my dreams my love for you is true,
but even in and out of all my dreams,
one feeling always stays....
I want to be with you!