Michael P. McParland
Goodnight Kira My Only One 3 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Goodnight Kira my only one
let's lay down in bed and snuggle
and kiss for the longest time.
I just want to be with my lady
I so adore and forget the whole world.
There will be times we must face it
but why when we don't.
Let's just focus on each other for now,
and never forget the loved ones we have.
Come my sweet Kira and join me in bed.
I'll probably be up the entire night
but in thought heart and spirit
I'll be cuddling with you,
holding you so tight in my loving warmth.
You'll feel me there with you
smiling and giving such loving looks.
Listen so closely as I say
Kira I so deeply love you throughout the night.
Feel my hand in yours and the kisses I give,
I'll also write you poems in case you wake
and so you will have them in the morning light.
I love you sweet Kira my Angel of light.
Since I will not be sleeping I'll
send you the most wonderful of dreams.
I'll take you along and hold you
in whatever beautiful scene in my mind
I think we should and would like
to in this life visit together.
I'll be holding you tight while
talking to you and listening too
so we will have the greatest of times.
Be prepared for a journey in our shared dreams.
Goodnight beautiful Kira my only one
and Angel so truly bright.
I love you deeply and want you
right here by my side.
I want to hold each day and each night.
You are everything before God that I want
both in this and the next.
You are the Angel I adore non stop,
I could not forsake such goodness and love
when it is so truly and clearly before me.
Oh my sweet Kira I simply to my core love thee.
So goodnight my dear one and feel
all of my love and me right beside.
I'll never desert or abandon My Kira so supreme and right.
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