Sunday, July 27, 2008

Note to My Cop:

I love him.

There's not much more that I can say
to make you understand
what truly makes me feel this way,
what makes me love this man.

Perhaps it's the way he loves me back,
the way he kisses me.
Or maybe the way he cuts me slack -
I know what a pain I can be.

Maybe it's the pride I felt that day
when he first put his uniform on.
Or the way his job has forced me to pray
every time he is gone.

Maybe it's because, down deep in my heart
I know that he'd do anything
To help the innocent, to shelter the weak,
But mostly, to come home to me.



Steve said...

You made it to the end! Congratulations!

MJ said...


K Trainor said...

Awww. He's a lucky man. :)