Michael P. McParland
Night Note 121 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Oh my sweet darling Kira
hello to you my dear one
and here in the middle of the
November night I pull you in
to say I love you so much
and I am right here forever
with you my sweet Angel dove.
Sweet kisses and hugs in the millions
and more just for you.
I love you sweet Kira and feel
my arms around you as I wrap
you up so tightly to give you
all of my loving warmth.
After I wrote yesterday afternoon
asking you to come and snuggle
I closed my eyes only meaning to rest
for a few right before dinner,
but I knew as soon as you read it because
I could feel even stronger
all of your warmth and comfort
and your loving arms wrap around me
and it calmed and soothed me immensely
so all the tiredness I still felt
overtook me and I fell asleep
until about half and hour ago my sweet lady.
Writing to you here is one of
the first things I wanted to do
so I could say thank you, you're wonderful,
you're so very beautiful, and I love you.
Kira my heart sings your praises
and I send you kisses from the high heavens.
Thank you my Angel for all of your
kind caring and loving
and I'm sorry if I had you worrying.
You just gave me the comfort
and peace that I was so needing
and I thank you sweet darling
and trust me my Angel you truly are
so very amazing.
Oh my sweet Kira as I get up
and do a few things feel my arms
so tightly around you and feel all
these sweet kisses I am sending
with all of my warmth and loving.
I miss you sweet lady and my heart is calling
letting you know that I am faithful to you
and will always stick by you my dear.
God bless you my Angel
and may he see it fit to soon reunite us
my sweet northern star that guides me.
I love you so deeply, totally,
and completely I feel so very lost
without you here to hold and talk to.
I love you sweet Kira and I
promise I am forever your Michael.
So sweet kisses to you on the
middle of the night we have right here
and I will be holding you the rest of it through
and into the rest of time too.
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