Michael P. McParland
I Want And Need You 2 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
I want to have you here in my arms
to love and enjoy every day together
throughout our lives for the rest of time.
Being with you was always so much fun
no matter what we were doing one on one.
I want to have our conversations again
where we learned and laughed getting lost
in time and subjects with each other.
I want you in my life because I love you
and you make my heart glow and feel so proud.
I need you because you make me feel complete,
though you may not understand and it may not
make sense you make me feel like a man who's strong
and handsome that matters and is wanted.
You help keep me going and help give me a companion to
fight along with in this world so I am not alone.
I want and need you because I so deeply love you and want
to show you all your worth and that you're a Queen.
I need you because we deserve and need each other as
true lovers whose hearts are kind and sensitive and compliment each other.
I want you because you're beautiful in every way there is,
I know you don't feel you are at times and I
want to show you how you are and help you
realize you're just as beautiful and more so than the rest.
I need you because you bring peace into my life
where without you there is none.
I've faced many mental breakdowns without you here at times,
you are my rock and I don't feel weak when you are by my side.
I need you on days like today where I'm still so
very tired but my body fights the sleep.
With you right here rubbing my face and head you resting
upon my chest I could sleep for so long finally being refreshed.
I need you and I want you because you give me life.
I love you Kira you are the crown jewel of my heart,
my Angel Queen I want you for eternity a diamond in the rough.
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