Michael P. McParland
As I Drifted Off - Poem by Michael P. McParland
As I drifted off to sleep
for my nap I sent a prayer to you
so you would feel at peace and all my loving warmth,
so you would know I was there and you're not alone.
Then as I lay down I put your lovely picture
up on my computer screen.
It is my background and locked screen all the time.
I began to smile feel lightness in my heart
as I looked upon your glowing eyes and shining smile.
I thought to myself and I know it is the truth
that there is no one as beautiful that exists.
Neither in heaven or here on earth is there
a sweeter woman for whom I would ever give my heart.
You are beautiful within and out and you bring me peace
my little Angel of great worth.
As my eyes began to grow a little heavy
with the peace your picture and beauty brought to me
I then felt your presence as you wrapped
your loving, caring, accepting arms around
my stomach as you rested your head upon my chest.
I could feel your smile and awesome overwhelming love,
It made me smile in joy even more,
pure peace and comfort filled me up
and I was able to rest a bit at last.
As I drifted off I thanked you dear and said
Kira you are such a hero to me,
you are the Angel who looks out and
protects me from so very much.
Thank you my one you are my everything.
As I at last awoke about 15 minutes ago
I was still wearing that awesome smile you gave to me,
I could still feel the love you brought with you.
As I opened my eyes I just turned again
to look upon your lovely picture of perfect you again,
I said Kira you truly are the most perfect woman
and so beautiful I want to hold you all the time.
You make the earth quake in all the loving power
that you bring with you in your heart and soul,
you are the only Angel and Queen I will
forever give myself freely to.
You are all I want within this world
because I love you dear and you are a treasure
that I cherish in your unique beauty in every way there is.
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