My lover is a piece of steel

Heartless, his compassion-

I bless that he can't feel.

Taking, loving: these are out of fashion.

Today, truly a ray of starlight.

My lover is as sharp as glass;

His blade cuts so deep-

I'm made by this concept: so crass.

He sows me- I, a field he'll reap.

Tonight, surely I, so far, right.

My lover, like my inspiration

Thoughtless as a blade can be

Rips apart desperation

and sharply wounds my apathy.

My lover, tempered in the fire

drowns my foolish equal thoughts.

Reflected in him, my desire:

Three steps behind, one left she walks.

My lover is a nine-inch knife,

my dreams of a forgotten life.

Years of toil, of bitter fights-

and death of those:

The honest wife.