O, words of weight to counter,..
How you tend to cheat...
In dreams of her perfection
I escape, still all repeat.

Perhaps my place of dwelling
Respond, "Too far away"
To scales, for hearts they measure
And care not...what I say.


A beam falls to her side,
As words of love are razed;
A man's remnants are taken
- Account of love appraised.


She may reveal to next
With eyes of what she's done,
Her worth in words of matter
In hearts that she has won.

So erase and be gone
These words of little weight,
For even in dreams of her perfection
All joy you do abate.