Dear Jim:

I hate the way you think that you always have to be so brave.
I hate how you act sometimes, not knowing how to fucking behave.
I hate the way you yell at me when you are mad at someone else instead.
I hate how you walk by me in the bullpen and whack me up side my head.
I hate the way you are grumpy each and every single day.
I hate the way you always seem to know what I am going to say.
I hate how you bitch about my hair, clogging up the stupid drains.
I hate how during dinner you will discuss human remains.
I hate your macho; I am a big tough guy, attitude day in and day out.
I hate the way you yell at me all the time, you always seem to shout.

I love the way you smile at me, going clear up to you eyes.
I love how you touch me a lot, even in front of all the guys.
I love the way you kiss me, like there is nothing better to do.
I love the way you whisper at stoplights; I love you.
I love how you need to protect me, even when you can't.
I love how you say Chief in bed, like it is some kind of chant.
I love when you are grumpy, not just to me, but also to everyone besides.
I love how you decide who is going to drive and who is going to ride.
I love how when we do paperwork, you look over and smile at me for no reason.
I love how you ask me to go for walks, no matter what time it is or what season.

Here are ten things I hate and love, just from me.
For I want them all to be known, for you to see.
I know this will make you smile, as you relax and read.
Let me show you how much I love you, it's you that I need.

Love,
Blair

Dear Blair:

I hate the way you are always right, even more so because you usually are.
I hate the way you are always calm, no matter how they push, no matter how far.
I hate when the women follow you all over and would fall gladly at your feet.
I hate the way Major Crime's thinks you are some sort of fucking treat.
I hate the fact that you always know what I am about to say.
I hate when you wake up like it is a gift, each and every day.
I hate when you laugh at everyone's jokes, no matter how bad.
I hate how you try to make everyone feel good, never ever sad.
I hate the way everyone always says good morning to you first, not to me.
I hate you for being the kindhearted person that you are supposed to be.

I love when your smile lights up your face and makes me feel warm inside.
I love how everyone knows how you feel about him or her, nothing to hide.
I love the way you always lead me, never letting me get off track.
I love the way you help me do things, without expecting anything back.
I love your eyes, and the way they seem to see everything in time.
I love your lips, so damn sensual and most definitely all mine.
I love your beauty, with your classic features, a lovely face.
I love to watch you move, because you are tenderness and grace.
I love your body, how it makes me think, act and feel.
I love when you say you love me, and know it is real.

Now Dear Blair, I have ten things I hate, and ten that I love.
And I am forever grateful for you, to all gods from above.
The ones that I love totally rock, the ones I hate, hardly even there.
With this little piece of poetry it helps me to say, I love you Blair.

Love, Jim