He thought that she was so fine.
But she thought that he was a gold mine.
She thought that he was so stupid.
And that his breath was very putrid.
But she would let him be her honey.
As long as she could spend his money.
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I would like to translate this poem
Fake love based on physical and material possessions. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole.