Michael P. McParland
A Quiet Morning In Bed With You - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Good morning my sweet little Angel Kira
and how I wish long and desire I was in bed
right now next to you my sweet Angel dove
and not next to my computer and having
to only look at your gorgeous sweet picture,
I'm so glad to have it but I want you
to be in its place my dear darling.
I long for a quiet morning in bed with you
my sweet Angel my heart is always adoring.
I love you sweet lady and just want to snuggle
with you here in bed on a quiet morning for awhile.
A quiet morning in bed with you my sweet darling Kira
who is my best friend, soul mate, and true everything.
I just want to lay here in bed with you curled up
so tightly in my arms while I stroked your hair
and rubbed your back saying baby it's going to be okay
because your Michael is here for you always sweet one
and I love you more than anything there is including God himself,
I love you sweet one you are the best there's ever been.
I just so wish we could have a quiet morning in bed
together in pure comfort and peace before we have to rise soon
because you are my light and peace and I pray
I help lift your heart too because you are my gorgeous
sweet Angel bride and I love you more and more everyday.
A bright good morning to you my sweet Angel
I so admire love and adore and feel my arms
as I wrap them around you in pure warmth,
remember that your Michael loves you so much
and can't wait to have you in my loving arms
and I can't wait to be within yours.
I just wish and desire for a quiet morning in bed
with you the woman who I give my heart and soul to
forever and ever.
I miss you Kira and love you to the high heavens,
when we are back together I'm going to hold you forever
because I love you so much and need to tell you and show you.
I love you sweet Kira forever and ever.
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