Gifts of Love

By Bess Sibley

I fluff the pillows ‘neath my head
snuggle down and lie abed;

I dream of strolling on the beach
with rainbows old within my reach.

I dream of candlesticks and wine,
On pheasant under glass I dine.

Sometimes they make my dreams come true,
with trips and gifts and flowers, too.

Their love expressed in many ways
makes each day a perfect holiday.