A blade of cold hardened steel
Should bring no warmth or cheer
But that is not what I feel
Holding her, I sense you near.

A gift of love, from the heart
Beauty born of the weaponsmith's art
Forged from passion and red hot fire
Brighteyes crafted Berrybriar

A basket hilt both strong and fine
Shows a twining berry vine
Forged to match my wedding band,
It curves around to hold my hand.

Blackberries of polished stone
Leaves carved from old bone
Tendrils of the finest wire
And a shining blade make Berrybriar

A gift born of your skill
A gift dear to me still
A gift of beauty, meant to kill
Echoing your strength and will

A familiar blade of hard steel
Brings me both warmth and cheer
In her hilt, your hand I feel
At her touch, I feel you near.