Michael P. McParland
Wishing You Were Here 2 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Sitting here in the middle of the night
and as I sit watching a fun little documentary
I think of you and miss you so much.
I'm not feeling completely good
and my heart is heavy wishing I were with you.
I wish I could be holding you closely
as we just sat together snuggling
and feeling so very cozy.
I wish you were here so I could look right at you
and say I love you sweet lady and you are amazing,
please don't ever leave me because you are my Angel,
my Queen, my hero, my best friend, my soul mate and everything,
you are my only true love whom I want to
be with through all eternity giving of myself in full
to you my sweet Kira the most beautiful woman there's ever been.
Sitting here fighting fatigue and sadness I wish
you were here to sit and give kisses,
to just spend time with and share our whole lives with,
Kira I wish you were here just so I could hold
and give all of my love to as I've always wanted
and within myself know you've wanted too,
please my dear darling let's make it so soon.
I adore you my darling and am longing so strongly
to just be with my woman and spend time together
doing everything and nothing as long as it's together.
I love you sweet lady and miss you so badly,
please never forget I am right here as well as beside you
and would do anything you wanted or needed,
you are my hearts truest desire and I want you to come
be my sweet wife forever and ever knowing true joy together.
So as I sit here I'm sending you sweet kisses and hugs
of pure love and warmth and want you to know I wish you were here.
I love you so deeply and just want to hold you so closely and strongly
to let you know that you're loved and I miss you so much
and will stand by your side through all time no matter what.
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