Michael P. McParland
Morning Note 142 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Good morning my sweet Angel dove
and I apologize for being
out of it for so very long,
I just awoke from that long sleep
and am about to get moving bit by bit.
It was a busy day yesterday
my sweet dear and a tiring one for me
with still a bit more to finish.
The dirty part of cleaning
thankfully of this part is over
and it's just getting
organized and put back together.
A task to finish early before
Ohio State plays evil Michigan.
I wish so very much you were
here to sit with me as I finished working
and then I'd cook you some breakfast
a bit before the games beginning.
I just wish you were here
to be with and spend this Saturday at hand.
A good morning to you
my Angel I love and adore to no end.
Remember my sweet love I am
right there with you all of the time
holding you and your sweet hand
giving you kisses while
I tell you I love you,
I so adore you and I want
to be with you forever and ever.
I'll be by your side hand in hand
the whole day every step of the way
to give you my love and support you.
I adore you sweet Kira
you truly are my only one and everything.
I need no other woman,
just you and your kids
with my family too.
I only want you my sweet beautiful girl,
I adore you so much
my heart will forever be yours.
So as I now get going about this day
to get done with and accomplish
the last of this cleaning task
I want you to remember how much
you mean to me and I'm with you there,
you are the most gorgeous woman
in the history of earth
and I can't wait to hold you so close,
feel all these kisses I send to you
and fill you with warmth,
close your sweet eyes and see
my looks of love and smile that says
I love you Kira you are the very best,
I can't get enough of the Angel you are.
God bless you my darling
and I'll be thinking of you as I'm
cleaning and brightly smiling.
I love you my gorgeous one
and am excited for the days we will
in the future be having
because I truly love you sweet Kira
and will forever give you my everything.
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