Pungent Love

She looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes
as she caressed me with those tender hands,
the velvety fingers sending shivers down my spine.

She looked at me as I was the love of her life,
I looked back at her and found peace
and surrendered myself to her to be loved and cared for.

My layers came off as she cried softly,
as she peeled me off
she could barely look;
her eyes filled with tears as she glanced at me squinting
"Was I so bad? Was I so ugly?", I wondered,
"or were they simply tears of joy?"

Then the love of my life took out her knife
and cut me up into pieces
and put it me in the frying pan with some oil to go with it.

I sizzled as the heat set the countdown of my final moments
and I wished I would be a part of the tastiest meal of her life
the least I could do
for I was nothing but an onion.