She was nefarious in her scorn And I was valiant in my temper. Faulty words sharp and stinging Vexed my heart from docile chambers And set my mind to theory. Was love rousing me, Recanting culpability, Could this shrew before me now Be the angel of my soul? With awkward wonder I thought not. I had acquiesced to a proxy, Acquitted my heart To a pale imitation. Absolute acumen Viewed me to the truth Of my guilt in this parody. Love''s benevolence, I avoided For fear of calamity to my heart. I welcomed superficialness Instead of sustenance. Now I am awake, Bold in my reform, Divested of all my husbandry To the voice preying on my ears, Waiting for her acrimony to wither Before I pack my bags to leave.