She would compare her love to mine
and say, I don’t love her enough.
Falling in love came easy but
to measure it was tough.

You may draw me a mark
or weigh my love on scales.
Or maybe my vows were too short.
Would you prefer taller tales?

Words and rings,
lies that don’t sting,
does my love now measure up
to the love that you bring?

Curled up on the bed, you
wait for some surprise.
I stand around confused
looking for the right disguise.

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