Where's The Love Poem by Moses Ocharo

When I look into your eyes
I see no love, only gold
Silver you long to have, to hold
So you feed me with lies.

When I touch your body
I feel no warmth, coin cold
Is your skin, like note fold
With wrinkles, my buddy.

When I kiss your lips
I taste cent scent
Not what its meant
With magnolia, honeyed nips.

When we make love
Our musical moans don't sink
I hear only Clink! And Chink!
Like cash falling from above.