Jealousy Poem by Jose Orozco
Jealousy
Have you seen the Love of Death?
She taunts the eye of all who see.
I pray thee, do not look for this beauty.
Although she is kind to the eyes,
She is not to the soul.
Fear not the wretched stare,
Of my fair Lady of Scythe.
But beware of her lust that grabs.
Temptation will be your last,
If you do not look past.
So ignore, ignore her whispers of taunt.
Or on this next night, The Reaper will haunt.
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