Michael P. McParland
Pure Love 3 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
I have pure love for you within
my very soul and heart.
Such tender care with concern
and that never stops.
All I feel for you is total love
that even when I may be upset
that tenderness still is at the core
and I can never stay upset for long.
I'm not upset now but making the point
that I have pure tender love for you
within my very heart and soul.
I care for you so deep and true
there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you.
I adore you in all your beauty
both outward and in.
I love you for who you are
my sweet Angel Kira from up above.
I just want to hold you close
and heal your heart in all my tender love
and complete care.
I hold nothing but pure love for you
my sweet Angel dove.
It is pure love and I knew it from the start,
I was in love with you before
I even realized it within my conscious mind.
My heart swelled with pride and swelled with light
whenever I would think of you or
be standing next to you I just wanted
to shout out for the world to hear
I love this girl and she's the best.
I hold pure love for her in every way.
I hold pure and endless wholesome
love for you within my soul and heart
and I can't imagine or stomach
a future in this life without you in it.
You are my saving grace and divine Angel,
I can't describe in full how much you mean to me.
There are no words to describe the epic
joy and pride I feel for you.
You take my breath away with how great you are,
you are a precious jewel who is everything to this love struck fool.
I truly cherish you because you are
so wonderful and admirable in so much of what you've done.
I am in awe of you for so much
of what you've made it through and continue on.
I hold pure shining love for you within my soul and heart,
I want to have you here by my side
and long to spend eternity with you as my treasured
and beloved precious wife.
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