Tice Buck

HER

As iron sharpens iron

one person sharpens another

I am the belt, the knife in your hand

I decompress as you make me a better man

 

Your smile is brighter than a

school bus on a hot summer's day

your mind is strong as 500mg

morphine pills to a novice patient

 

You never wanted to be my connive

you want to be my right from wrong

I respect your honesty, I love your soul

your personality is meek, your heart is gold

 

I want to love you as if God is in the room

I would never disrespect you if I knew your Father was in the room

the light of my life as the candles burn

she leads me in the right direction, I'm never concerned

 

 

Comments1

  • MGS

    Very beautiful. She’s a lucky woman.

    • Tice Buck

      thanks a lot!



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