My Paul is company great—I long to say;
He judges self too much, I think, for sure.
O’r even’g out are like the bless’d sun’s ray:
A time for fun, a time to reach and lure
The innermost in us and them, o’r friends.
We must not judge o’r times of rest with eye
So keen for error prone. We need with lens
Of eye o’r twain to bless the Self—he, I.
For surely do we note that blame of Self
Leads other’ judge us two: Accept o’rselves
With heartfelt surety and thoughts all deft.
Then peace and joy we find—not hearts all rev’d.
My Sweet’, you are a handsome, great, sweet host.
With you by side of me we are the “most.”