Michael P. McParland
Evening Note 82 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Good evening my sweet Angel dove
and I send you sweet kisses a many
on this late one here,
feel my arms around you as I give
to you this massive hug of pure warmth,
feel my hand in yours as I hold you
in spirit now and just share this dream
with me of a quiet evening together
with you curled up in my arms.
I miss you sweet lady so very bad
and I wish you were here to tell you
I love you my gorgeous Queen,
you truly my only one and everything.
I'm just sitting here tonight
watching the National Championship
between Clemson and disgusting and hated
Alabama I so detest,
they'll probably win but it's already
disheartening this year because
Ohio State isn't playing for it.
Too many reasons to go into here
but it doesn't matter either right now.
It would be great if you were curled
up in my arms watching it too
or if you wanted to watch something else
that would be great too.
I just want to be with you
and hope it will be soon
because you are my lady and I treasure you.
You are so beautiful and I admire you,
I hope you know that you truly are
the greatest there is.
So my sweet love feel my hearts beat
and hear its loving call,
feel me beside you as I hold you close
and give you kisses all over
to fill you with warmth.
I miss you baby because you are
my Angel and my exquisite Queen.
The one whom I want to be with
through eternities time.
You truly are the one I adore
completely and in full
and there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you.
Feel all my love as I always
send to you in full
and always remember that your Michael
truly loves you and will never leave you.
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