I was cut
I was wowed
Her beauty was loud
And her edge made me proud
She slices through the air
Making all the trouble look fair
Her beauty is sheathed in truth
And she’s always by my side like I’m Naomi and she’s Ruth
I would never let her go
Ironically, she’s got a grip on me
And sometimes in a moment of wrong perception
She strips my sight and my mind of illusions and misconceptions
Even when she cuts me and I bleed
I set aside my burdensome ego to take her lead
I’m astonished as her speed is filled with grace
I’m content with the smug look on her face
And right through her
I see reflections from the past
And refractions from the future
With her by my side
I can’t seem to find my pride
She’s a friend and a companion
She puts all my worries to oblivion
She makes me feel excellent in every manner
You could say she’s my katana