Michael P. McParland
My Beautiful Lady 4 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Kira my beautiful lady
as I lay here in bed winding down
my heart turns to you as it always does.
I'm so very proud of you in so many ways
and my heart truly longs for the woman I love.
Tell me truly do I do a good job at
communicating how much you mean to me
and how much I care?
I often fear I am falling short at showing
how much I adore you and want to do for you always.
I fear that it may sound like I'm only
focusing on myself when I'm trying
to point out how wonderful you are in my eyes.
I worry though that as I so often do
I am not saying it right so you know
I care just as much about you and I'll
always be there to help you out and give my best.
I love you beautiful lady and I don't
mean for it to ever seem as if I am
the main focus of everything.
You are my jewel and I want to learn just as much about you
and have you tell me everything in your heart.
I could sit and listen forever as you
just poured your whole heart and mind and soul out.
Sweet lady as I get ready to soon close my eyes
I just want to tell you I love you so much,
you make me feel special and I want to
show you just how wonderful you are,
you are a Queen who deserves better than you've got,
including from me when I have fallen down.
I want to show you my beautiful Angel
just how much you are worth by being there always
with true love and cheer in my heart.
I want to give you all of the love that I have
and share myself with you in full.
Sweet beautiful Kira I need to be held and so do you,
I want to be with you forever through all time because
I love you so deeply and cherish you.
You are the brightest and my northern star
I'll truly love you always my sweet beautiful Angel bride.
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