MY SWEET WOMAN

My sweet woman
holds daggers in her hands
that she forgets about until she is angry,
and then she uses them.
But when she is finished being angry,
She clutches me so hard that it hurts.
Other people ask me how I can love her.
But that is because they haven't kissed her
when she is not angry,
or when she is.
They don't understand why a guy like me
would stay with her,
But that is just it, they don't understand.