Michael P. McParland
Love Note 380 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
A very sweet good afternoon
to you my sweet Angel dove
and how I wish so very bad I was
lying right here next to you
as we shared kisses so sweet
and then you could rest your head
on my chest as we closed our eyes
for a bit before we ate dinner.
I have bad indigestion
and have to wait for my acid reflux
medication to get to work
so what better way to wait
than snuggling with Angel I want and need
right by me for eternity.
You're such a beautiful woman
and I wish I were more handsome for you,
you love me for just how and who I am though
and that is a gift that can
never be measured it's wonderfulness and love,
you my sweet Kira are the greatest woman
that there is.
I'm sorry sweet one that I didn't
write a bit sooner but I was
watching The Walking Dead with my mother.
Will you watch it with me
when everything has come together?
I know you don't like scary things
and I wouldn't want you to be sitting
there frightened even though I'll
always protect you.
I just want to spend time with
the most amazing woman
I so deeply admire and treasure.
Oh my sweet love how I wish
I were lying here kissing you
and giving the softest caresses.
How I just wish I could spend this
tired evening talking, laughing,
reading, and watching movies
with sweet beautiful Kira.
Just feel me there with my arms
wrapped so tightly around you
with tender gentleness abound.
I'll never abandon or leave you my Queen,
I'll forever be your Michael
remaining true standing by you.
So my sweet dear before we eat dinner
in a few let's close our eyes
while my acid indigestion goes down.
I just want to hold you and give you
all the love I am holding
because you are a magic and amazing woman
that I'll always love forever and ever and ever
my Angel sent from above.
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