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
Eyan Desir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sins-5/
