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A Jealous Mistress

Hey, sorrow, lovely mistress of mine,

Love doesn't hold a place nearer,

Joy cannot hold a candle to our joy,

Together, my sweet lover, even as I'm laid down

with showers of Earth

You, jealous mistress! It's only been a minute apart!

Don't you worry, darling, this soul is marked

Your loving touch paints me blue,

The kind of blue that shines in a lonely night

I've seen your touch on others,

Soothing whispers through the ears

Ain't our love enough?

I feel it deeply, hold my hand

You're mine, sweetheart, you're mine

You know I shed tears of green

when you paint an other blue

I've offered everything, don't throw it all away

It's only your hands that I worship,

It's only your touch that I ache for,

My lover of decades and more,

Consume me in that decaying embrace,

I long to be yours.