Letters To Those In Relationship Poem by Merit Writes

Desire for your skirt
Yearn for your pocket
We are after benefit
On the account
of our own lost

Love is like a temple
That shouldn't be trample
Sex shouldn't be preamble
to our love which looks preamble

Money addict
days and night
stop making my pocket
your main budget

The world revolves with love
Just like a dove
Such a perfect bond
Should be formed

Let glow our love with magical smile
Walking extra mile
When gloomy, give a call
and all troubles shall fall