Michael P. McParland
Take My Hand 5 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Take my hand sweet lady and come join me,
lay down for a peaceful Sunday evening rest.
Holding each other feeling content and relaxed,
giving each other strength and abundant comfort.
Come take my hand and feel the power
of our loving bond and connection.
I need you sweet lady please come now
take my hand and hold me.
I love you immensely and need you right by me,
come take my hand and lets rest in our arms feeling content.
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