Michael P. McParland
My Hand In Yours Forevermore 3 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
I take your hand within mine now
and kiss it so very softly as I
look into your eyes and say sweet Kira
I love you even more today than I did yesterday
and tomorrow I'll love you even more my only one.
My hand in yours holding on in true love forevermore,
my hand in yours because you are the one I adore
and a diamond in the rough I treasure and cherish
in every single way there is.
You are so very beautiful sweet dear
and I love you with all of my very heart and soul.
A heart and soul which I give to you to hold
forevermore because I love and trust you like no one else.
My hand in yours forevermore to give you
all the peace and strength you want and
each and every day from me.
My hand in yours forevermore so you'll know
in your very heart and soul that you're not alone
and that I'll not abandon you and break your heart.
My hand in yours forevermore because we
need each other with all the love we hold.
My hand in yours forevermore because
I cherish you my sweet Angel dove.
My hand in yours forevermore because you are
my best friend who I have a deep connection with,
a bond so very strong that's such a gift.
My hand in yours forevermore because you're you
and for me that is enough.
Feel now as I take your hand in mine and pull you in
to kiss your forehead, then your cheeks working
down toward your soft smooth neck planting kisses
all over as I then work my way to your luscious lips,
my hand in yours forevermore because I cherish you my dear,
I hold you in my heart and soul in the most
tender sacred parts where you belong.
My hand in yours forevermore my one
because I want to be with you through the rest of time.
I love you dear and deeply so because you are the Angel I adore,
my hand in yours forevermore as I stand by your side
giving all my endless loving warmth and full support.
My hand in yours forevermore because you simply
are the best there is and I want to spend my life in bliss with you.
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