Michael P. McParland
Evening Note 85 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Hello my sweet darling
and a most wonderful good evening to you,
I hope your day went quite well
and I pray your evening is now.
I'm feeling frustrated as I sit here
right now because I have an idea
for a beautiful write
but just can't get the right start
with the words so I can't get my flow.
I know that you know how frustrating that is.
I know what I want within its inner works,
the message and essentially most of the words.
I just can't get that right start
that feels right and good.
I know though my dear that
it will all piece out in my mind
and eventually come so I can't
let frustration sit or inspiration
So now as I sit here eating dinner
and writing you my sweet dear
still through this day into evening
I think of and long for beautiful you.
I just wanted to say you are my Angel,
my hero, my best friend and true love
and I will be ever writing for you.
I am still working so hard and giving my best
and for you my sweet dear I always will
and for us both.
Right now I wish I could be
holding you ever so close
to let you know all is alright.
Your Michael is with you
and here for you all of the time.
You are my best friend I so adore.
Kira you are my everything
and I will forever walk by you hand in hand.
So I should now finish my dinner
before it goes ice cold my lady
and know in your heart and soul
that I will write soon
and I pray it's the piece I so want to give you,
I know though that my mind
will work that through before bed time.
I am sending you endless kisses
to give you a smile and help you
feel peace in your heart
knowing you're in the arms of your Michael.
God bless you my Angel I so deeply
love you and can't wait to be with you.
Feel all of my love and warmth with my strength
as I now and always send it to you.
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