Michael P. McParland
Evening Note 77 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
A very wonderful good evening
to you my sweet dear and I hope
you are having a good one
and feeling me so very near with all
of my warmth and love surrounding you.
A relaxing and restful evening with you
would be the most perfect thing
on earth to have and share right now,
I'm still feeling ridiculously tired
and as I lay back down to rest some more
I wish I could snuggle up so very tight with you.
I'm missing you bad and just want to feel
your loving touch and your lips upon mine,
Kira my dear I'm reaching out to pull you in
for an evening snuggle and hope
you'll join me for a bit of rest.
I love you my dear and best friend
and just want to lay in bed
holding you so close to me
and look in your eyes before catching
a bit of sleep to say I love you darling
and I'm so thankful for you
and that you're here with me.
God bless you sweet one now snuggle up
so close to me and rest your head on my chest
as we contentedly and feeling peaceful
get a nice rest with the one we love most.
Just feel me there with you sweet darling
smiling as I hold you closely,
please never forget how much I love you
and am always there with you
giving all of my loving comfort.
You are my diamond truly so very
special and bright and I cherish you deeply
my sweet Angel dove just feel my loving hand
within your soft loving one
taking strength and comfort knowing
I will stick by you forever.
So come join me sweet Kira for a
relaxing evening in my arms
getting some very badly needed rest.
It's just you I want darling
and that's how it will always be
because you are my best friend and true love
and in my eyes there is only you
the Angel I so deeply adore
and want to be with for the rest of time.
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