Putty in her hand

I am like putty she tries to mold,
I'll be a better person so I am told,
It all does seem right,
But My God I can't change over night,
The process isn't all that slow,
She gives direction and that's where I go,
At times I can read her like a book,
I know what's next just by the look,
In nothing am I rushed,
And everything has been discussed,
It's mutual choices at there best,
On our future it will rest,
She has showed me many a door,
That I felt were locked before,
Teaching me what it really means to care,
Something that I once couldn't share,
It's about finding the real me,
A person that before I couldn't see,
This all comes from her heart,
And with this woman I'll never part,
She is the best friend I've ever had,
God brought her to me and I'm sure Glad

An Uncle Charlie Original