Jelousy its other name.
Everyday a nagging pain.
Love is the most sought for gain.
Others are money and fame.
Unlike others whom are content.
Something is always left to be desired.
Your happiness.
I suggest you control your wandering eye.
Sooner or later it will be your demise.
Deadly at times,
Envy's hunger.
Anger burns red hot.
Do not assume you will be satisfied.
Look around,
You want more.
-SOH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem