Michael P. McParland
Love Note 322 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Good afternoon my sweet love
and I'm so sorry this morning
was a quiet one indeed,
another wonderful migraine visited me
as I opened my eyes around
an hour and a half ago.
I'm sorry sweet love and I know
you're upset and worried my dear
but please know and understand
that no matter what
I'll never leave you
and will give my very best.
Always have faith I am standing
beside you giving all of
my loving warmth and endless support.
I love you Kira you truly are
my sweet precious Angel of light.
Good afternoon my
sweet Angel dove I know
you miss me just as bad.
I love you my darling and it is
a feeling that is mutual
and we will forever be sharing,
I long for you Kira and it is
your caring love I will
always be needing and it is mine
that to only you I'll only be giving.
I love you sweet Kira you are
my whole universe and everything
and I want to just hold you
so close and tight telling you
I love you sweet one
and that everything is alright.
Kira you are a miracle
and true beacon of light.
I only want you as my special love in my life.
I'd rather be lonely than
there be anyone else.
You are my best friend and soul mate
who I want to be with forever through time.
Good afternoon my sweet precious love
and feel me hold you so tight
as I give sweet kisses of the
purest and deepest love ever felt
I know that's a love you hold
for me too and it means the universe.
Sweet kisses to Kira the woman
and Angel I ache for so bad,
sweet kisses to Kira
the only woman I'll ever want
and hope to marry.
So feel me beside you
while I hold you and kiss you.
I love you sweet Kira
and you are the most beautiful
person or thing that
God has ever sent here.
Have faith that I care for and
want to make you the happiest woman.
You are perfect my darling
and it hurts how badly I miss you
and just want to be with you forever and ever.
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