Michael P. McParland
Tired 3 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Tired with a heavey heart,
time to sleep and see you there.
We'll talk and I can show you all,
reveal the whole truth in me.
That which I've told you all along,
and those things I held to tell
in private time where they belonged.
I have so much to give to you,
I love you so much my darling one
if you only really knew the depth of it.
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