Fires burn deep
Germs of Satan leaks
All who comes to this tree
Will surely eat
Whose soul will resist?
These fruits are so sweet
For its beauty
Renders souls weak
For in its sweetness
Fires burn deep
Tears on my pillows
I hate to love my sins
i don't hate it to love my sins because i don't. God has shown us what's good and what's bad, it is your choice to decide if you do it our if you don't. nice..
An interesting read which compells you to look back at your own sins.
i`d understand 'i love to hate my sins...' although it`d sound strange enough... but 'hate to love...' i`m afraid it doesnt make a sense for me, but in general its a nice poem
That was great especially the last line. Even though we might not want to things we are not suppose to whatever it may be sometimes we still enjoy it
So eloquently put. The rhythm moves brilliantly, and the words are effective indeed. 10!
Don't worry about it, you've just eaten too many apples.
ti's good... things that taste real good are usually dangerous and we usually are adviced to stop them... to stop those vices... but it really taste good... real good.. how could we stop? ? we like it.. how could we stop? ? we, then, love it.. how could we stop? ? yeah this one's good.... i think eleven is enough..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Definitly a 10 my friend and I bet Eve thought so too when she was in the garden of eden.