Subject:  secrets like a knife
Date:  1999/2/22

He keeps my secrets like he keeps a knife
Concealed in seeming innocence
Yet poised to harm, or take a life
If need be, raised in my defense
In other hands, I might be nervous
That it be pressed to darker service
Raised in anger, fear or boast
This weapon would hurt me the most
But he would not betray my trust
Though he must feel the pain and pressure
From my piercing pointed treasure
For honor does as honor must
He holds my knife within his soul
And cuts himself to keep me whole.