Modern Love

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