(parking lot poetry)

I pulled over in a parking lot

to frantically search for a pen

to write down a story

about the things

that make me remember

how much

I

love

you

when I realized I was at a church

and I smiled

and I thought

how perfectly, poetically

that describes

me and you.

You

have always led me back to God:

by the faith in your eyes,

the grace in your smile,

and the quiet strength that only comes

from holding Christ in you heart...

And,

of course,

in the way you laugh

when you say you love that I swear like a sailor

(just like you)

but still scold me

every time I say,

“goddamn.”