Michael P. McParland
Sweet Good Morning Kisses Of True Love - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Having climbed out of a very refreshing shower
a little while ago and about to eat
the food I cooked right afterwards I wanted to send
a bright wonderful good morning to you
with the sweetest kisses of deep tender and true love.
I wish you were here to sit with me all the while
just snuggled up as we were spending time with each other
talking, snuggling, sharing kisses and more.
Sweet good morning kisses of true love to you
my precious sweet lady and only one.
Very sweet good morning kisses to sweet beautiful you
of deep true and caring love my dear one.
I feel a bit better after my shower
but still ache for you so very deeply and want
to hold you so near me telling you that
you are important, special, and truly beautiful.
I send you sweet kisses to brighten your morning
and let you know that I am there with you
and holding you to give you such peace and make you happy.
I send you the good morning kisses just to tell
you I love you and miss you and wish you were here
to sit right beside me and share kisses and our time
on this winter morning on which I don't feel cold
but you might because I know you get chilly dear
so I would wrap you up so very tight and lovingly
with tender care in my robe and then have you curl up in my arms
to snuggle away while we did our thing.
I send these very deep passionate and tender
good morning kisses of true love to you
and want you to know how truly wonderful and special you are.
You are my lady and most gorgeous Angel
and I just want to be with you forever and ever.
Feel all my love as I send it your way
and be filled with warmth from those sweet kisses
and the big hugs I send along.
I love you sweet lady and wish you were here
to snuggle with me as we both very need.
I love you sweet Angel and send you these kisses
so full of true love and deep care for you.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
You are my everything and sweet Angel dove. ILYF
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