My name speaks of love, but I hunger to kill, I seduce my prey, and hold them against will. And yet, people let me sit on their windowsill...

You use me and abuse me, I can never go very far, I face my brothers head on

Although i am a bit too clear, I'm right in front of you!

I wrestle with fire to awaken the stubborn, I bend what resists and shape what endures. Every strike echoes, forging strength unseen, I turn raw matter into purpose and power. What am I?

I wait in silence with treasure disguise, My surface deceives, a trap for your eyes. Touch me with greed and my hunger you’ll find, a chest that devours both body and mind. What am I?