Papa always told me,
“Son, remember always treat her right”,
When you find a love
who´ll turn your head & blur your sight,
You are still a boy,
still so naïve, so innocent & so very young,
But, always remember
to use your heart & guard your tongue.
To her, never cuss,
never swear & only use your tender words,
Gift to her meadow´s
flowers & sing her sweet songs of birds,
Notice when she is
weary & stroke away her saddened pain,
Know the difference
of her tears between drops of falling rain.
Smile & compliment
her beauty, & always lend a helping hand,
It shall be only you,
who upon her finger places a golden band,
She´ll be the model
for your daughters & the mother to your sons,
Remember son, how your
own mama gave you lots of love in tons?
I tell you now my son, remember, treat your lady
well my lad,
Always be kind &
loving to her & never make her cry nor sad,
Heed this advice from
your father, now grey, wise & very old,
Then your life shall
be much richer, than any silver, gem or gold.
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