Take Heed My Son Poem by Adams King

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