Daggers And Hearts

your life is all about what you make of it; not about what others think of it

Every Night

Every night, he climbs into bed with me

Every night, we share the blanket

Every night, I know he watches me sleep

Every night,  his gentle snores caress my ears

Every night, I know he’s there right beside me

Every night, he’s just there.

And every morning he wakes me with his sloppy kisses

Every morning  I wake up with an incomplete dream of having a man, my man, beside me

And not just my dog.

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6 comments on “Every Night

  1. Tara
    August 21, 2015

    Hey! Awesome finish to the poem..
    Just loved it! Top-notch! 🙂

    • Alda L
      August 22, 2015

      Thank you so much!!! Means a lot!

  2. Pingback: Every Night | Quirkiness And Me

    • Alda L
      August 22, 2015

      Thank you very much, Tara

  3. nataliescarberry
    September 1, 2015

    Thanks for visiting my blog and for liking one of my posts. Blessings, Natalie 🙂

    • Alda L
      September 1, 2015

      Not a problem! You have a beautiful blog! 🙂

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