Sweet Dreams

Every night I am off to sleep,

I go to bed with a dream,

of one day waking up to you

in your arms cuddled up...

A day that would start,

when I'll open my eyes,

to your beautiful innocent smiling face,

radiant just like the morning sun...

With the smell of coffee,

the taste of ginger bread,

on a balcony in Rome.

We would break our fasts...

From there we'll hear,

the church bells of the Vatican,

and will close our eyes to pray,

that our love lives on till our breath lasts...

Our afternoon shall be embedded,

in the pure white snow of the Alps,

We'll run down to Zurich for lunch,

and fill our hearts with chocolate scalps...

We'll fly off then in the Western skies,

to a mountain top in the Grand Canyon,

where I'll witness the most beautiful sunset,

and I'll see it all in your lovely eyes...

Back home, I'll kiss you good night,

And then I'll go to sleep,

this time with a realization that is pure and true,

I won't need Rome, the Alps or the Grand Canyon,

All I need is you...