Though Money Talks Poem by Mishack Mchunu

Though money talks
It can’t describe how much you worth to me
Only God knows;
For In my heart it’s only him and you.

You are one I pray for
I go on my knees; you sweep me off my feet.
You are one I never had before
My first lady, I feel like a president.

Like king Jesus
I would wear the crown of thorns
Just to make you my queen, yes; I confess
Every drop of blood I would shed is meant to steal your heart.

Every tear I would cry is meant to steal your pain
I hope it’s not a crime, because if it needs be, I will do it again and again.