My dear son,
Mummy wants to address issues,
Issues that a troubled woman has.

My dear son,
I am talking of LOVE,
Oh yes my son,
Love is a sweet poison,
Sad to say,
Bitter to hide.

My dear son,
Love is sweet,
This i must confess,
Playing in the sands,
Holding hands, hi
Kissing lips
Oh how sweet!

A twin to love,
Lust my son,
Closely resembling,
But different in character,

My son lust,
Like the devil,
Lust decieves,
Destroys and kills.

My son listen,
You will once love,
But i beg you son,
Your hands tie,
Not to raise them,
Over any woman.

My dear son,
Love forgives,
It doesnt kill,
My son love grows,
Doesnt die,

My son,
Love cant injure ,
Who it truly loves,
Love perfects ,
The flaws of thy partner.

My son ,
Love conquers anger,
Please son,
Love respects life,

My son,
If love gets bitter
An poisoned,
My advice i give,
Walk out peacfully,
Your mother i beg,
Innocent blood dont shed,
Because of love,

My son ,hear your mother
Love wins over all ills♥️
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