Michael P. McParland
Sitting Here Thinking Of You - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Just sitting here today dear
and feeling quite bored and sad.
I'm bored as there's not much that sounds good to do,
and I'm feeling quite sad missing you
and all the good times we had and things we shared.
I'm sitting here though and I still
smile at random times because of cute,
beautiful, funny, intelligent things that you said.
I still smile because I feel you here.
I've been reading a short story off and on
that I'm not really liking but because it is
quite short and I'm over half done
I'll push right on through it.
I won't even write a review for it because it's just lame
and it makes me think of how I would like
to be reading your writings instead.
I'm just sitting here missing my Kira
so very beautiful and very good and I wish
you were here snuggling and spending time.
I miss you sweet one you are the best
and no matter what we were doing we were having fun.
I'm sitting here missing you so very bad
but feeling you near still makes my heart glad.
I am sending you kisses so sweet and so loving
with great big hugs so big and warming
to give you all the loving care I am holding.
I love you sweet Kira you are amazing
and I can't wait to be spending afternoons
doing things that we've so wanted to.
I miss you sweet Kira and so deeply love you.
I'm just sitting here darling
and thinking of you and your smile,
I'm thinking of all the things that make you special.
I love you Kira and am holding you ever so tightly,
God bless you my lady and feel me there with you,
be filled with my love which is unconditional and undying,
be filled with deep peace and warmth knowing
that my heart is yours forever and ever.
I love you sweet Kira and I am thinking of you
and excited for when I will see you
because you are my best friend and my sweet Angel
who gives me great joy to no end.
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