Poems give joy, happiness and encouragement depending on the context of the poem.
My last article was 'the scale of life's which I believe you enjoyed it.
Check this one out.
Oh! That golden voice
Hearing alone makes me poise
Like a crowned queen
Calling her king
Baby! Sugarplum!
Now I am selfish stupid and dumb
It is not an insult but a bomb
My day has turned into night
I have paid the bill yet no light
My choice is now tight
Because I have lose the fight.
I wish to hear that voice once as last
Yet you want to make it my past
We may not be together again
It is not a call for pains
There will be nothing to gain
Only but stress and strain
Just grant me this request
I will take it as my best
Then I shall quit the race
Before I set a new pace
Where I can rest my case.
Loving is never a crime
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