I closed the door on love
I kicked him out, no more
I pray to God above
If love’s a man enstore
He’d find himself a tree
And from that tree he’d see
A neatly well carved cross
‘Twas carelessly toss’d
On ‘t shoulders of my Boss
To preserve my eternal loss
Upon entering my life
To take me as a wife
Not as a dagger or knife
Nor should he bring me strife
He’d plainly see my worth
Was not man-made since birth
Only then if proven not vain
Found knowledge he didn’t waste
Could he dare to ever gain
My heart, life, love at fired haste
Written in 2012
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 