Spawn of Satan

Spawn of Satan,
you have cast our spell,
upon a loved one,
doing it quite well.

I sat by my wife,
she wants me to stay
with her,
every second, every day.

Time, slowly passes,
the swearing begins,
"I hate you, you SOB,
never want to see you again."

How does a beautiful person,
change so quickly, this way?
Such hateful emotions,
I should just go away.