Were I to taste the words said,

Would they be consumed

As if they were a loaf of bread?

Nay, they who speak, must know

How words differ and have no soul,

And only in ones ears, can meaning grow.

Let not a tongue with dagger speak,

Creating discord amongst those you meet-

While leaving love lay at thy feet, weak.

O morning, chase these thoughts away,

That leave one only in dismay,

When they are spoken in harshest way.