Dear son
I know i said
No more letters
Till you get here
But you've got to hear this
Whatever happens don't support Arsenal
Learn from my mistakes
Son a woman is no punching bag
You can hit on her
But never hit her
If you're lucky to love a woman
Be true to her, be yourself around her
Let her love you
Don't hold back, give her your all
One will hurt you
But the next won't.
Son, have contol over your anger
Choose your words wisely
They're a heavy burden to carry
Lastly offer a helping hand to anyone in need of it.
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I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination. I enjoyed it. Thanks