Michael P. McParland
Love Note 400 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Good afternoon my beloved Angel
and treasured beautiful girl,
I hope you are feeling all of
my deep and immense care
with all of my loving warmth
with the endless sweet kisses and hugs
I am always sending your way
to give you deep comfort and peace
knowing I love you so very much
and am right there beside you
holding you so very close.
I do love you sweet Kira
and am always doing my best
though it may not always be evident
when distance can make
so very much so hard to know.
Feel my tight squeeze in hug
and as I reach out to take you and your hand
and know that your Michael
is yearning and aching for you
so very bad.
I know you're upset with me
and that just makes me feel deathly tired
and sad to the saddest lows that there are,
I wish you were here to cook lunch for
it's nothing big or fancy
just something I've always liked
and was craving.
I wish you were here to curl up
in my arms as we watched my movie
and I could talk to you personally
while we looked into each others eyes
seeing and feeling the softness inside.
I love you sweet darling
and would give anything to have you
right here beside me
so I could look in your dear eyes
seeing your bright smile
and tell you I love you
while hearing your Angelic voice
as you told me you loved me so deeply.
That's what I need is to be holding
my dear Queen while we just shared everything
that there is to be sharing.
So my sweet Kira I send you these
sweet sweet kisses of infinite
and unconditional love
that is forever undying.
I want you to know I'm right beside you
hand in hand giving you
my all and everything.
I love you so deeply and so very immensely
and I want you to remember I'm never leaving you.
God bless you my diamond
and one whom my heart truly melts for
and never forget you are
the only one I'll ever love and truly fall for.
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