A Poem I wrote for my Beautiful Wife

DREAM

I shudder as she runs her fingers down my spine, tingling at her touch, as she wraps her arms around me. Kissing, ever so gently upon my lips, sending me into a place of multicolors. Please, don't let this be a dream, and if it is, I pray to never wake. No, this is no dream, it is my wife, my beautiful, precious wife. The one whom I place upon a pedestal and worship from afar, but then again, she is my dream. She is the woman I have dreamed of my whole life, my dream come true.

Dedicated to the LOVE of my life.

Bethany Ann Bromley-Leicht