Michael P. McParland
A Tender Nights Kiss - Poem by Michael P. McParland
I send to you my sweet one
this tender night kiss to give you
deep peace and warmth through your heart and soul.
A tender night kiss to just say I love you
and I wish I were lying right next to you
holding you closely just sharing the sweetest
and most loving conversation.
I send to you my most beloved darling
a tender night kiss filled with pure and true love
to let you know that I am right there
and giving my very best to the woman I cherish
and want to be with forevermore.
Sweet Kira my hearts only true love and reason to beat
please don't feel upset and just feel this tender night kiss
I send to you so filled with my deep and true love,
a tender night kiss to give you comfort and peace
so you can lay back and relax even if not to rest,
a tender night kiss from my heart and soul
to help ease all of your aches and pains,
feel my hand within yours as I lay next to you
and pull you in for a snuggle to soothe.
My sweet darling Kira I send a tender night kiss
to wrap you up in it's tender care and let you know
that I so truly love you and want for you to be happy
and fulfilled in every way.
Sweet Kira my one and true love I so cherish
I send you this tender night kiss to help chase away
the stresses that are bothering you and to
give you all of my warm loving strength,
a tender night kiss to just I love you
and I miss you and in spirit I am so tightly holding you.
A tender night kiss to you Kira because
because both of our hearts are aching as we wished
we could be snuggling and need it so bad
so I wanted to send you this tender night kiss
to give you peace and comfort as I reach out to hold you
and say I love you Kira and just wish I could right now
curl up in bed with you and snuggle so tight.
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