Men can equal the golden beings of light,
My love is sacred so it works through the soul.
I have enough of your wealth and prosperity,
I have enough of your deliberate kindness.
Men can equal the golden ones enthroned,
Your decisions are like molecules so distinct.
Gold and silver, devils of the deep and old,
Verify the souls of sentences so abject or finer.
I have my questions and answers delivered,
The end is nigh, the selling of gold is good;
One is asking my love a single question of doubt?
One's criticism overflows and carries the integers.
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Gold and silver may motivate life in way of Devil but true human values motivate life in a proper way. This poem is definitely very interestingly penned that talks about questions and answers. This is a brilliant poem...10