Our memories go back to when I was a kid
When they kept you hid
My attraction towards you
Is still the same and everyday feels new
You were very sharp and fine
I always wondered when you will be mine
Ours is a beautiful love story
You are the reason to my glory
You are the tool
On whom I always drool
You are swift and accurate
Make me feel so fortunate
You inspire me with your sound
As you slice through anything big or round
Now that you have been mine
Whenever people dine
The love for you is hard to explain
Loving you is something I can’t refrain
There is many a time you shed my blood
Only to teach me and avoid the next thud
The sound you make is better than a clef
You are the reason I am a better chef
Even though we have had our strife
You are my very dear Chef’s Knife!