Michael P. McParland
Morning Note 147 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Good morning my sweet Angel dove
and sweet kisses to you in pure love
to start the day with smile so bright
and hug so very warm to say
Kira I love you and want you to
know I am with you holding you close
giving you all of my caring and warmth.
I hope you slept well and had
the sweetest dreams of us as I held you
and gave you sweet kisses letting you know
that you are the best and I am so thankful
that you love me too and are apart of my life.
Sweet good morning kisses to you
and the biggest and warmest of hugs too.
I will be leaving for the doctors
in about an hour and I wanted to let you know
that I'll be out for just a short while.
I wish you could be with me
just to spend the time talking and holding hands
enjoying the love we have for each other
as we went out and got this little chore done,
and perhaps later go back out quickly
to grab a much needed prescription.
Again my sweet dear say a prayer
that it will get filled today and not tomorrow.
I wish you were here to spend this day
and every day here after going about
whatever things that we needed or just wanted
to go about doing,
but soon my sweet lady I know our time will be here.
Have a great day my sweet Queen and Angel
and may the sun give you kisses
like mine so warm and tender.
Just close your sweet eyes and see me smile
as I give you looks of love and grab your hand
in true love to pull you in.
Just give me a smile as I pull you in closely
to hold so very tightly while I tell you I love you.
I'll be there beside you the whole day
holding your hand and you so very closely,
I'll never leave you my true love and darling.
Good morning my Kira and sweet kisses
of deep true love and passion,
I love you sweet lady you are my soul mate,
best friend, and Angel and I'll always
so deeply treasure, cherish, admire,
and love you because you are the woman
that I adore completely.
I love you my darling and I am your
Michael who will be yours alone for eternity.
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