Love is like a knife

His love is like a knife
it stabs right through your heart
so hard to end it
but so easily it starts
with hatred and rage
you fall into his arms
but with wisdom and age
you find his love brings no harm
he tears through your head
and rips through your heart
but yet lies ahead
a loving embrace
you fell warm inside
staring up into his face
but the warmness was blood
as you look down below
the knife in your stomach
you reap what you sow
the blood trickles downward
he loves you, you know?