Cheating Poem by Gerry Legister

Betrayal is more difficult to define,
You can see the trouble it cause,
We may find it even if our manners are fine,
And still not rest until given justice.

Hurt is more inside than the smile wear outside,
External pleasure may give temporary delight,
Torn between what can be and what we hide,
But with the conscience there is a real fight.

Caught within inexpressible blissful plight,
Cheating is not a thing counted in duty,
It matters more to do what is right,
Than to lead a life of excessive vanity.

Chastity is where real happiness lies in purity,
Body and mind may adore pleasures that bring
Mistakes made, but grace is given for sympathy,
And passion from cheating is sorrows awaken.

When the flurries of torment is not forgiven,
The beauty of perfection is spoil,
The heart long for joy at the same time,
But permanence finds no way to escape the turmoil.