How sweet to eat sugarcane only to realize that bitterness lies at the bottom,
How sweet to eat honeycomb only to discover that bee stink that death,
How sweet to smell rose only to discover that it faded away,
How happy to give away your heart only to discover that is a foe.
Fragrances remain in the hand that gives the rose,
But Aphids delight in the comfort,
Happiest moments are like lilies in the mud,
Smiling away your sorrow with a light hand.
Lust is a miss place love in chaos,
Like the act of crude oil spill on the virgin spring,
The alcohol eyes and druggy has a goal of lust,
Their goal kills their emotion from wisdom.
Wisdom is profitable and soul liberty,
A home without her, who can stand,
Goals a time is the foolishness of self,
Neither love nor lust is sisters but parallel enemies.