She calls him honey
He calls her pumpkin
She loves his money
He loves her skin
Together they roam
Together they stay
Hardly ever home
Their work they pray
He gifts her rubies
She asks for a diamond
Evenings spent with hot whiskeys
The babe, with a maid lay shunned
And Buried under the hatchet stolen
feelings lie
Under the guise of modernism,
relationships daily die
