Rotten love felt so deep

The women who wields the blade an unforgiving gift
A fury in fire and screaming passion when the temper does rise
Her threat so soft as that blade across my skin
All the time I do so wish to see her red eyes flare a treat
For on her rage we find so much in common
And in that razor is what makes me know her true love
Such is the danger when I provoke her rage to act
Her hand so steady as to resist to make my life leave

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