Parts of Love

my head laying on your chest,

your fingers through my hair,

soon began to tug and pull.

which part of love is fair?

on your knee with a ring,

very quickly I decided;

together in death,

but which part of love is united?

I hold my breath to watch you

handle a kitchen knife. 

you smirk at me, you say "come here,"

which part of love is life?