The Scale of her love

She was my world.

Aloft in her chair,

heavy with despair.

'Twas a world she could not bare.

Disposed in the light,

visceral in the dark,

but all this time,

truthful was her heart.

Darkness crept in,

and stole her lines,

she never wanted to feign,

nor mirror the divine.

And as a judge she sat proudly,

waiting for her next trial.