Michael P. McParland
Your Picture 4 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Your beautiful picture is what's getting
me through this lonesome sad night.
As soon as the aching and pain begin
to get really bad wrenching my heart around
I pull up your picture and see that smile
only an Angel from heaven to earth can posses.
My heart melts as I longingly smile saying
oh my sweet dear Kira I miss you so much
and I need you here so we can cuddle forever
saying the hell with the world it's our time
to finally shut everything out spending time together.
Oh your beautiful sacred picture saves me on these nights,
thank you sweet sweet Kira for being such a
beautiful and pretty woman.
Inside and out I'm so taken aback.
Your picture saves me tonight from the
totures of facing it all completely alone.
When I look upon it I can feel you even closer
seeing and feeling you smile at me.
I feel you so close as if you're standing right before me
and I want to reach out and grab you in the
tightest of hugs saying I love you my
sweet little lady I love so much.
Please kiss me and help fill in so many holes.
Your picture puts you right here helping me
feel in full your loving, caring, tender peaceful warmth.
I thank you so deeply my love.
Your picture showing off that million dollar smile
and the brightest eyes that look right into me
where I no longer hide because you're the one that I love.
Please don't leave me and make your picture all I have left,
because to see you in person is the greatest wonder there is
and I need to gaze upon you saying your name,
confessing my love again and again.
Just being in your arms knowing I'm home and with
my true soul mate and loved one.
Who I will fight for to no end and spend eternity
giving and serveing her all of my best.
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