Michael P. McParland
Morning Note 135 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Good morning my sweet Angel dove
and many kisses to greet you
on this day here.
I'm sorry I missed our goodnight,
the Internet here was giving me
problems off and on last night
and went out before I could write
and post my sweet lady so great.
I truly do apologize and it was on my mind
worrying me before I finally fell asleep.
I love you babe and you
are my everything and I feel I
let you down and I hate doing that my dear.
Sweet kisses and big warm hugs
to you my Angel of so good.
A true and beautiful
bright good morning to you
my sweet Kira so gorgeous
and wonderful and how I wish we
could spend this day together in so many ways.
Ohio State doesn't play
until tonight so we'd have time
to do plenty before sitting down
for that love and enjoyment
of mine with you I want to share
so plenty of other things to do my dear.
Maybe play some games with my moms and nephews,
go on a walk and get lost
among the houses that are around,
or just lay down on my nephews bed
which I'm on to cuddle up
and enjoy each others warmth.
A beautiful day with beautiful you
is a dream no matter where.
You are all I want my gorgeous girl.
Remember my sweet darling Angel dove
I'm with you all the time and everywhere
holding you close and holding your hand
giving sweet kisses on your forehead,
cheeks, neck, lips, and hands giving
you smiles of pure love to say
I love you babe and want to marry you
and spend my life giving all I have
to make you proud and know
that you're not alone and will not
be as long as I exist in any way.
I love you Kira complete and full.
So a gorgeous good morning to you
my gorgeous girl so bright and good
you are a diamond in the rough
I treasure deep in every way,
feel my kisses and feel the happiness
to me you've given and know
that for you my love truly is
completely unconditional and infinite.
You are my girl and you are my one,
Kira I love you from here to the moon and stars
and well to infinity my dear.
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