Michael P. McParland
Come Sit With Me 2 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Come sit with me on this early Sunday
my sweet beautiful darling
and just hold hands while we talk to each other.
As I've said so many times I miss
so very much talking to you as we passed the time.
Talking with you is one of the best things
in this life to me there is to enjoy.
Come sit with me please and just hold each other
while we so loving and joyously spend time together.
Come sit with me and let me look in your eyes
to just marvel at the Angel I adore and admire,
to just have the honor of sitting next to the Queen
my heart eternally loves and desires
and let's just talk and do things together.
Come sit with me Kira and let's just share everything
that we can think of and has been happening.
Come sit with me so I can kiss you
and look in your eyes as I tell you I love you.
Please just come sit with your Michael
as we so closely and tightly hold each other,
I miss you and your sweet loving words
and voice that reached straight into my heart
and gave it awesome light and hope.
Come sit with me on this Sunday morn
and cozy up tight next to your man.
Sweet darling I would love nothing more on this
Sunday morning to be sitting with you talking
or even just enjoying our company in silence.
I would just love to be with my Kira.
Come sit with me soon my dear darling diamond
and let's fill our souls once again with such happiness.
I am missing you so very badly and just
want to be next to you daily.
So come sit next to me here in spirit
and we can just relax holding each other so tightly.
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