When slumber claims you,
go counting sheep.
I will come to you,
softly in your sleep.
A dream so real
you'll wonder upon awakening.
If it was for real,
or just a dream you were making.
You'll rise and look around,
sure that I must be there.
You know that I am pleased
by the smile that you wear.
Of course I was there.
How else would I have known,
that the smile you are wearing
is one of my own?
Author~~~Marge Tindal
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In My Dreams
by Carolyn McKay
You come to me softly in my dreams
soothing my soul and giving me restful slumber
You come to me softly in my dreams
whispering of your affection and love for me
You come to me softly in my dreams
holding me tenderly and close to your heart
You come to me softly in my dreams
filling my nights as you fill my days,
with warmth, love and passion