Michael P. McParland
It's All I Can Do (I Love You) - Poem by Michael P. McParland
It's all I can do some days
to cling so tight to my emotions
and not break down in tears,
because I miss you deeply dear
and want you in my arms.
I need you by my side right now
because my heart and soul are tired of being alone.
I just want to be with you no matter where,
be it here where I am or where you are right now,
I don't care where we are and live,
because I just want to be with you
and that's everything in my heart and mind there is.
It's all I can do right now to not break down and cry.
I miss you deeply and want to wrap you in my arms.
It's all I can do many times a day
to not climb on the highest roofs and peaks
to shout I love you Kira please come and hold my hand.
I just need you in my life because my heart
holds a love so truly pure I would
go with you no matter where being happy because you're there.
I just want to be with you and hold you dear.
I've been sitting here with music playing
and as beautiful songs come on at
the corner of my eye a tear begins to form,
because I wish you were here to share this
beautiful piece of music with.
You know how I only share music with my most beloved,
and I want to share everything about myself
with you the only one I'll ever love.
It's all I can do some days struggling
through the lonely aching pain to
get stuff done and not break out in tears
from missing you and needing your arms so
tightly wrapped around me very tight.
I just need you babe so please come soon
and take my hand walking to our glowing future
full of joy and everlasting giving love.
You are my Angel and I love you with
all I am and want you to be my eternal bride
never ending time together hand in hand.
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