Michael P. McParland

Veteran Poet - 3,528 Points (July 19 1983)

In My Heart


In my heart it will only
ever truly hold you.
For you are my true love and my light,
every night I kiss your memory
to help me pass the time.
If only you could see,
the abundance of love I hold for thee.
I try to show it
and perhaps it's so foreign in it's expression
that you just don't know it.

In my heart of hearts
you are the only lady meant just for me.
Please come back look me in the eyes
and hear my plea.
You are the most beautiful angel
I have ever known and seen.
Every night I pray for my love
to be felt and truly known.

I send you all my love and warmth
through every waking moment.
In my heart crying out to you,
please come back and take my hand
and let me show it.
I love only you and would give my all
and everything just to show you how true
my depths of undying love are for you.

In my heart babe you're my angel,
my light, my entire universe.
If only you knew just how deeply loved
and needed you truly are.
In my heart I need you here.
Oh my love I'm literally withering
and dying without you.

Submitted: Thursday, December 25, 2014

Topic of this poem: true love

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