Scissors

Snippet of life and love and everything between. (Rage?) And yes, it is quite bad,

They say life can be boiled down to luck,
Or was it fate?
Two things were nevermore meaningless,
To one such as I.
A man of simple tastes.
Or an overcomplicated child?
Could one ever guess?
There is one thing,
That means the world to me.
And it is you, my dear.
I would (quite gladly!) give everything I am
For you.
Even if I had to cut out my heart
Thousands of times over.