Sappy

Okay, so I'm not very good at being sappy. Whenever I get weepy, my mother's voice comes into my head, and I hear "NO WHINING!"

But, every now and then, I get inspired. Last year, I wrote this poem about the cop, and I though it would be totally appropriate for me to repost it for this blogathon:

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.

XOXO,
MJ

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