Michael P. McParland
Lying Here Dreaming - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Lying here in bed and dreaming you're with me,
as I relax to the soothing chords of Mozart
I still feel the ache in my heart
and the deep need in my soul.
I'm dreaming of you being right by my side
holding each other in peaceful content.
I'm dreaming of what needs to be real.
I'm lying here longing in these soothing sounds
wishing you were here to enjoy their divine chords.
I'm dreaming of lying here with my lady
feeling comfort and peaceful holding you so very closely.
This is the thing I'm in need of.
It's the thing we're both in need of.
Time with each other to just heal and feel good,
time to just kiss and relax while we talk and rest.
I'm lying here dreaming of being
with my sweet precious lady,
the Angel I cherish above all else.
I miss you sweet lady and need you so badly
my heart aches deeply even when I'm feeling happy.
I need you because I truly love you
and I dream of you always.
Even more so though now as I feel
so exhausted and spent and it's true
at this very moment more than ever
I only want you,
I just want to here you voice and feel your skin,
be surrounded in your caring warmth
while we just lie here and talk.
I dream of you because you are the best.
Lying here dreaming and reaching out for you darling
come snuggle up close to the man that so loves you,
feel the sweet tender kisses I so gently give you
please come so soon so our broken hearts can be mended,
I'll do everything in my power to give you
all the love through this life you've been deserving.
Kira my darling it's always been you I've been dreaming,
you are my Queen and my Angel,
from the very start I cherished and adored you,
I love you deeply and have so much to give you.
You deserve the best this world has to give you.
So feel all my warmth as I lay here for awhile,
I'll be dreaming of us and all of our future smiles.
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