Tentative is the one who lives in avarice and vice,
unwise and foolish is she who lurks in the dark of night,
stealth the mainstay of she whom relies upon deceit,
in order to make her sad life complete,
hard is the woman who dwells in sin,
ever fearful of her untimely end,
pain and strife her just rewards,
for in reality nothing has she really gained.
A poem that I wrote about my wife when we were seperated and she told me about the bad things she was doing.
