POISON IN HEART

Poison is even present in beautiful flowers,

If you don't leave them, they will betray you.

Life is a precious gift,

With deadliest secrets of god.

Many will come, many will leave,

Some gift you a smile, Others steal them.

Those thieves will make you strong,

Stronger, before you realise yourself,

Good ones will make memories,

To smile, when your hair turns grey.

At times in your hand, the choice would be,

Later 'complaints', will not matter,

So be careful, not to pick the poisonous plant.