Michael P. McParland
Goodnight My Sweet Darling Kira 7 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Goodnight my sweet darling
and God bless your tender heart.
I send you these kisses and hugs
filled with all of my loving warmth.
Feel it surround you in soothing peace,
and feel my arms around you as we
lay down together to rest and have comfort
within all the love that we feel.
I love you sweet Kira and I want you to know
I love you so much and be serene
feeling everything I hold for you within my being.
I'll be holding you ever so tight tonight
as I do every night my sweet Kira love.
Giving kisses as I stroke your hair
and rub your back so lovingly
whispering I love you sweet Kira my soul mate,
I will always be by your side
giving my eternal support and love.
You are everything to me and I thank God
for you and your love every single day.
I cherish you in every way sweet lady
of my brightest hopes and dreams.
I'll see you tonight in the land of dreams
where we will walk along the beach
beneath the majestic moon and stars.
Sharing kisses and and talking while holding hands,
then build a fire to sit by while
I hold you and keep you warm.
Tonight my sweet love in our dreams so sweet
I'll see you and hold you closely
while I watch the flames dance
so sweet and bright within your big
One day my sweet lady this will be real.
Goodnight my sweet darling Kira
the woman I so deeply treasure and cherish.
I love you so immensely and want you here
to snuggle with daily and nightly.
You truly are my everything.
I'll be here whenever you need me
as I'm always with you sweet lady.
I can't imagine a long future
without you forever in it.
You are so truly the greatest
and my only Angel.
I fall down on my knees to tell you I love you.
Goodnight my precious sweet darling
and remember my sweet one
I'll be holding you giving total reassurance.
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