Michael P. McParland
Come Sit With Me - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Come sit with me in this mid morning
and rest your head upon my shoulder
after I give you the sweetest kiss.
We can just sit here in peaceful silence
taking in the beauty of this time
we would have wonderfully together,
or just talk and talk like we always did.
It seems like we always had something to talk about
no matter what it may have been about we
could just go on at length branching off
in a million ways.
Come sit with me my peaceful dove
and we'll just bask in the love that surrounds us
from our hearts and souls.
Come sit with me and rest your head within my lap
and we'll just talk while I stroke your hair
and rub your back to keep it calm and loose through the day,
come sit with me and just relax knowing
that I am forever here and everything is okay.
Just come sit with me where you can feel safe
and know you're loved in every way there is,
come sit with me and just let me take care of you
in every way you need and that there is.
Come sit with me so I can serve my Queen.
Come sit with me my Queen and let's just snuggle
so close together in our shared loving warmth
feeling content and safe sharing our combined strength.
I just want to sit with you and forever have you near
for you are my beautiful precious one
whom I'll always adore in every way there is for all time.
Kira babe come sit with me while I hold you close
and give you the sweet kisses there have ever been.
I love you babe and I always will
and I can't wait to have those times that you
just sit with me and curl up within my arms
no matter where it may be rather in our house
or out for a walk.
It will be grand no matter what the place or time
because I'll be with you my Angel so supreme.
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