Michael P. McParland
Love Note 399 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
A very good afternoon to you
my beautiful and beloved sweet Angel dove
and I pray yours has gone well
and you've been feeling all of
the sweet kisses and big hugs I send
being filled with all of the
loving warmth that they hold within.
I got caught up in my movie
while I ate my lunch and it was
one of the rare times in such a long while
that I was totally absorbed,
the end annoyed me greatly
but that would take much explaining
otherwise though I really enjoyed it
and made the afternoon feel quite light.
I thought of you many times throughout
and wished you were in my arms
enjoying our time.
A good lunch of tacos with a fun movie my dear,
a quiet Saturday afternoon with Kira
the Angel I cherish and treasure in full.
I send you sweet kisses to make you feel good
and to give you that smile
that melts my heart and I so adore.
So one more little chore
to vacuum the floor and then shave
my itchy and scratchy fuzzy face
for both me and you and then
how I wish I could just nuzzle with you
as we snuggled away the late afternoon.
I miss you my Angel and am
fighting through some sadness
and through a bit of tiredness
and I wish so very much that
you were here to hold hands with
and talk winding away the long hours.
I love you my lady as you truly are
such a wonderful gift and profound blessing,
my heart is calling in it's want
to be with you.
God bless you so much my sweet darling
and know I am holding your hand right beside you.
Hold tight to me darling and in spirit
with me enjoy the rest of this afternoon were in,
I'll write you before I start our great dinner.
I love you so much and am thinking of you
as I finish up my things and relax.
I miss you my Kira and can't wait
to be with you holding you closely.
You are my everything and my beloved
Queen and Angel for all eternity.
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