Michael P. McParland
A Sweet Sunday Morning - Poem by Michael P. McParland
A beautiful and sweet Sunday good morning
to you my sweet dear and to start your day
with tons of love and light I send you sweet kisses
so full of care and deep admiration
with gentle tenderness straight from my soul and a heart.
A beautiful and sweet Sunday morning to you
my sweet dear.
I am thinking of you my darling and so deeply longing
wishing you were here as this day gets started,
to just sit back and relax with no hurries before us
and just drink some coffee while we tightly snuggle.
I'm thinking of you and sending all of my love and warmth too
so you will know I am right there with you.
I always am my darling dear and am holding you near
so in spirit you'll feel so safe and calm.
So you will have contented peace in your heart.
A send a good morning so sweetly to you on this Sunday
and to have a good day as I walk along hand in hand right beside you.
I wish you a very beautiful and gorgeous
sweet Sunday morning my sweet gorgeous Kira
and soon we will be able to share them all together
where I hold you so close and tight as we first rise
and then I'll make your coffee and cook you breakfast
as we start moving about the day.
Sweet Sunday morning with my sweet Angel and best friend
is just one of the greatest things there could be.
I love you Kira and wish you a sweet beautiful Sunday morning
and feel these sweet kisses as I send them to you.
A sweet sweet beautiful Sunday morning to you
and if you're still tired just rest your head and
dream of my sweet loving looks and smile as you feel
my arms around you to fill you with my warmth and love.
Get the rest that you need and when you rise
I promise I still will be here because you are my darling Angel
and Queen I'll stick by forever and ever,
I'll be right here holding your hand.
So a sweet and beautiful good Sunday morning
I love you darling and can't wait to have all of these with you.
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