Take Heed My Son
My son take care in the issues of love
And do not let beauty erode your eyes
Be impartial in your every approach
Treat a slave as a beautiful queen
If she treats you as a honorable king
A queen as a slave if she does likewise
Love is better served in reciprocity
An eye for an eye makes us both blind
in love and balance the scale of feelings
Not every heaven comes in grandeur
Not every hell comes with a scorch
Just as not every demons are ugly
Beauty is nothing but a faulty compass
That leads a man to the wrong direction
And rest him in a heartbroken home
Relationships are like Christian churches
Even the devils attend with a holy attitude
Sweet deceitful praises and worships
Bible in the right hand crucifix on the left
And powerful verses in their tongues
To twist the real intentions of the heart
Once again I will say take heed my son
For love is as subtle as serpentine
So it is as plumes in a woman’s heart
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