Love in the kitchen

Your love is like the knife placed at the corner of the kitchen. Ready to stab and hurt my heart, make me bleed and feel pain.

Your love is like an onion. The more I peel and understand you, the more it makes me cry.

Your love is like stove. It burns with passion only when I turn it on, only when I feed it flames.

Your love is like a snack placed on a high shelve. I jumped and thought I reached you, but no, you slipped past.

Your love is in my kitchen.