old spice

[Manslick]

she wants to engage me
in muted favorite thought
and shows her excitement
for the things she takes to heart

these things i will abide her
and wholly take them in
cause she is the rocker
that allows me to sin

her pleasant demeaner
is the calm wind from the west
i know i have seen her
not at her current best

yes she will defend me
to her last heartfelt breath
for she has really seen me
turn into rusted death

the love of my life
is the sharpest cutting knife
there is no blue question
once the blade smells of old spice