My Son

My Son

My Son, desired a wife to seek?
True search your heart if groomed for two.
If thoughts of you always do peak
then settle now till selfish through.

If traveling through a narrow gate
your skip is light and so refined
then you must choose to navigate
alone, not sad, your state of mind.

Do not attempt to she adjoin
if conversation is a bore.
For love to her is more than loin.
Yet, after lust you’d her abhor.

Yes, train a dog to fetch for you.
Satisfied with lackluster pat.
A cat self-contained too would do.
And buy yourself a welcome mat.

But if inclined to share some bread,
yes, lay a blanket in a field,
then ask her dreams as buttered spread.
Then ring to claim delightful yields.

Partnered now plans do ensue.
Her thoughts held high; of consequence.
Though headship, yes, is Godly due,
Love her as you–in deference.

A three-fold cord is gold desired.
Prayer a tool of valued worth.
Joined meals, relationship inspired,
blooms trust, respect. Contentment birthed.

My Son, desired a wife to seek?
True search your heart if groomed for two.
If thoughts of her always do peak
then settle down till death pursues.


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