He is not your husband
Who undresses you before the alter
And bid you follow the path of lust assuming love
It is not the alter that determines a beginning,
But the day of accord in heart and minds
The alter is the public show of the hidden intentions.
Do you find in her a talkative?
An imposing personality,
Rudeness,
A high look,
A presumptuousness,
Never listening,
Never wrong,
Never apologetic,
Then, run.
For she is not your wife if you are true at heart.
Always requesting,
But never delivers
Intolerant, vindictive, spiteful.
Like a brother of blood
As was told in tales of our innocence,
Not a good friend
Never can be
As pride and ego ruin faster than barrel
So will arrogance distort.
If he is a friend
So true,
A wife
With fidelity
A husband with commitment
Let him in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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