Broc Riblet

Your hand is a part
My hand is the other
Linked up they're a locket
You're sugar, you're Eden
A nurse with a purpose
You see many patients
Man, woman, no matter
Your hands have healed both
You step out to smoke
Like bonfire flakes
Caught up in the breeze
I cough at the cold
I can't get away
I focus on you
Your fingers are silky
No joking around
You're serious now
You're looking past others
And into my wrinkles
They show when I smile
They're your favorite flaw
I love you so much
I mean as a friend
It's so frosty out

We'd better head in