Michael P. McParland
Love Note 334 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Hello my sweet love
on this late morning just
short of noon and I hope you've
been having a good one feeling all
of my infinite love and warmth.
Sweet kisses to you my sweet Angel dove
and a big hug of warmth to calm your sweet soul.
God bless you my sweet Queen
you are the greatest a true blessing from God,
no greater gift has ever been
given to any man.
Your love means everything my sweet one
and I am so thankful for you.
You are everything that I want
in this life right into the next.
Hand in hand by your side
giving my everything to my sweet Angel bride.
I adore you my dear and will stick
by you through all time I swear.
How I wish you were here
to spend time with and talk to my dear,
just catch up on everything
that's been happening both big and small,
I would just love to see your
sweet smile as I heard your sweet voice,
I just wish you were here
to be with and hold.
I know it will come but I wish it were now
because I miss my lady
so gorgeous and bold.
I miss my sweet Kira
I so dearly love.
Feel me right there beside you
as I hold you so tightly
in my undying love for you
the woman my heart calls to
in loves true symphony.
I adore you my darling
and want to be with you through
I love you sweet darling
and will always be faithful and serve you.
I am your Michael
and yours alone forever and ever
and I'll never stop caring about
or loving my only lady.
I love you sweet Kira
and I wish you were here
to hold in my arms ever so closely,
to tell you I love you
as I looked at you directly.
So remember I'm with you
and feel my hand in yours ever so firmly,
I'll always stand by and up for you
supporting you fully
because you are my Angel
I give myself to freely.
I love you sweet Kira and I find you amazing,
God bless you my darling
and I will be right here
and beside you forever and always.
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