Michael P. McParland
True Loving Afternoon Kisses - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Good afternoon my sweet darling
and I have finally risen from that long sleep
I so needed to help get rid of my headache
and feel better in total.
Thank you sweet darling for all of
you complete care and understanding
it truly means so much my sweet Angel who means everything
and I give you these sweet true loving kisses
and smiles to start this day off right.
Sweet kisses to sweet Kira my sweet Angel bride.
Before I go jump in the shower to wash away
in full that feeling of yuckiness
I wanted to say I love you my sweet precious darling,
you are my diamond so charming and very
adorable and endearing,
I hope that soon we can at least start talking
and sending these sweet precious kisses directly,
so even at least until we are in person
I can in FB messages or emails or on here
say Kira I love you and you are amazing,
as well as in poems I would continue writing
but like now I could thank you directly
and say I love you Kira I want to marry you.
Sweet true loving afternoon kisses
to you my sweet Kira so good,
feel my hand in yours as I'm right there with you.
Sweet sweet kisses of afternoon loving caring to you
my only one so very beautiful Kira.
As I go now to clean up washing away the
after sick and not feeling well yucky
feel me there with you darling smiling so bigly,
feel me holding you tightly saying
you aren't alone my only Kira because I'll
always be standing right beside.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
you are everything I've always needed and wanted.
Kira you're gorgeous and from God an Angel
to the world he has gifted,
I love you sweet darling and I miss you so badly
and can't wait to hold you giving
sweet true loving afternoon kisses
like right now I am sending.
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