Michael P. McParland
Night Note 136 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Sweet sweet kisses to you
Kira my sweet Angel dove
and as I rise from my rest I wanted
to tell you I love you
and miss you so very much.
That as I get up and get going
on this very night for a bit
I wish you were here with me
to snuggle and nuzzle
while snacking and finishing
the film that we started before.
I love you sweet Kira
my dear darling Angel.
Kira I miss you so very much
and just want to wrap you up
in my robe and on payday we would
get you one of your own at Target
just like mine so we could have
matching comfy robes of different colors.
I want to just wrap you up though
and sit back for awhile to watch our film
before I get up and prepare our food.
I just want to snuggle with you
my wonderful woman so very good.
Kira you are my Queen
and I would do anything to have you here
holding you right next to me.
So my sweet darling in spirit come
join me as i read for a very short bit
then resume the movie we started last night.
Feel all of my love and warmth
with great big kisses and hugs to fill
you up with my caring strength.
Feel me beside you holding you close
and always remember I'll never leave you,
Your Michael loves you more than
anything in the universe anywhere.
You are my true love and Angel
so divinely beautiful.
I wish you were right here with me
holding each other as we snacked,
enjoyed the film, and enjoyed the night
with each other arm in arm.
I love you sweet Kira and wish you were here
but as I sit back I'll be
smiling while thinking of you
and sending all those smiles to you.
God bless you my darling I know our time is coming,
and I can't wait to have Kira
with me as we both go about doing
everything that we want and we need to.
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