This is a Shakespearean sonnet for those of you unfamiliar with poetry.

Beware the face of friend and foe alike,
Despite the bonds of trust take care to wait;
Within the heart and soul we often strike
Toward those we feel both love and cruel hate.
A viper's bite oft rises from the grass,
Where flowers lie and beauty hides its face,
Or burning embers light out of the ash,
Like snow that fell from heaven's soft embrace.
Though guard yourself with steel and iron bars,
Beware the hardened heart that forms within;
Hold on to hope as precious as the stars,
See more than hate and hell and broken sin.
Take care to not play games of  hasty blame,
But face of friend and foe are oft the same.