Michael P. McParland
An Evening Of Snuggles With My Angel - Poem by Michael P. McParland
As I sit here and watch a film
and am finally getting my movie shelves organized
I'm thinking about you the entire time
and how I wish you were here to help
me organize my movie shelves because
it really is quite tiring when there's
over 500 there to push around while sorting through the new.
I wish you were here not so I could make you work
or something like that but t6o sit and talk
while you handed me the movies alphabetically.
I miss you dear I hurt so bad to be spending time
next to you as we do the things we like to do.
I wish you were here to sit back with me here in bed
and snuggle as we watched this film.
It's a scary one so you might not want to watch it,
it's The Visit and we could definitely find something different.
Just as long as I'm with you my sweet Angel dove
to share evening snuggles and evening kisses.
I want to just have my Kira with me.
An evening of snuggling while sorting
and watching movies with our hearts
feeling fine and so content,
right now my heart cries out for you
because you are my only one and I want you in my arms.
I want to snuggle and hide my face
within your shoulder dear as I hide
for a bit from the cold world.
I know my Kira will always care and be right there
to talk to and let it all go.
I miss you babe and long for snuggles on this evening here.
Kira you truly are so very beautiful
and I just want to be with you snuggling
and smiling as we shared kisses through the film.
A time where we can forget the rest of the world
and just enjoy each others company as we really want.
An evening with my darling dear who I
give my everything and would even give my life.
I wish that you were here spending a beautiful
evening snuggling and kissing as we did many things.
I hope that soon we will be able to have
our evenings, our days, and our nights
snuggling away the hours feeling happy and complete.
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