All That I need for MY lady Irene
On satin sheets my lady lies.
What does she dream behind closed eyes?
It seems she dreaming pleasantly
the evidence is plain to see
. She’s smiling sweetly in her sleep.
Her secret dreams are hers to keep
but sometimes she will share with me
because she trusts me completely.
She knows that I will understand
her soaring flights of fantasy
The things she sees in fairyland
and listen sympathetically.
I need not dream I realise
my lady is my paradise.
18-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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