Michael P. McParland
Goodnight My Beautiful Kira - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Goodnight my sweet beautiful Kira I adore,
I'm not ready to fall asleep just yet
but want to lay in bed snuggling with you,
sharing sweet kisses while I gaze into your eyes
and say I love you dear and I swear I always will.
God bless your heart my precious one
and know I care for you.
Let's snuggle up and share kisses in endless time,
goodnight Kira my only one I love you very much.
I love you Kira and will through the night
hold you in my loving arms so very close,
stroking your hair and rubbing your back
while I talk and sing to you,
I would never sing for another soul in such a way
only you sweet one.
Just rest your head upon my chest
and snuggle up knowing everything is okay.
Just curl up in my arms and know I love you dear.
I'll see you in our sweetest dreams
to hold you close there as well,
just protect my Angel in the ways you need
and give completely of myself.
to give you kisses and all my most
noble and loving actions is what
I want you to there at least get a glimpse of
so you'll know just what I'll do for you
when at last we're reunited.
I love you Kira as tonight in our dreams
I will continue throughout to tell you.
Goodnight my darling and remember
your Michael is watching over.
Goodnight my gorgeous beautiful Kira
I am eternally in want and need of,
your Michael loves you more than anything
and I want in full to prove of myself my darling,
you are so good and such a doll I want
to give you everything there is to have
and I want to spend all time with you
walking hand in hand.
You are my soul mate and my true best friend
and Kira you truly are the only one for me.
Goodnight sweet one I truly love you more than anything
so as I take your hand and pull you in
please soon come to me and I will give you all of myself.
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