Michael P. McParland
A Sweet Birthday Afternoon - Poem by Michael P. McParland
I wish I could spend this afternoon with you
to have a sweet Birthday time with you.
To hold you and give you sweet kisses,
to cook you a nice lunch that would want me too.
A sweet Birthday noon to be with my sweet Queen and serve her.
I wish I could spend time with you my sweet darling
where it would be just you and me together.
Where you live would be heaven and you know
I'm a homebody and it would be heaven to have you where I am,
but it will truly be heaven when we are together
living our dream where I will make everyday special
but shower upon you even more gifts on your special one.
I love you sweet Kira you are a miracle I am so very thankful for.
Happy happy Birthday to you my sweet precious dear
and I just wish you were here to tell you
how beautiful you are and that you grow more
lovely every year and my love grows more and more everyday.
I so adore you and want you right by my side
as forever as my bride we walk lovingly side by side
and hand in hand through all time.
You are such a beautiful woman I'm totally in love with
and I hope you realize how spacial and appreciated you are
on your special day which to me is a holiday,
it's one of the greatest days there is and has ever been.
Happy Birthday my sweet lovely Kira I love you so madly and deeply.
Happy Birthday truly my sweet precious Queen and Angel
and on this afternoon I wish I could be there
to make yours so very wonderful, complete and beautiful.
Just share a snuggle and give you the sweetest of kisses,
cook you lunch and serve you as a Queen should be.
Let you know that your Michael is your faithful King
who gives you everything he is and has.
I love you sweet Kira and so have a wonderful birthday
because though right now not in person
I am with you holding you so very tight in spirit.
You are my Angel and golden Queen of the ages,
I love you sweet Kira have the happiest of birthdays.
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