The woman I see in your room
Is the Reality I brush away
Like cobwebs
Spring cleaning my head
To imagine my future with you  

The woman I see you with
Is many things I am not
Nor want to be,
Typically, I see
Virtue only in her love for you  

The woman I see you with
I am hostile to.  Antipathy
And disgust
Vibrate in the air around me
Turtle-like, I withdraw.  

The woman I see you with
Sees in my eyes much I do not want
You to see ---
But that is sweeping away
Yet more Reality.