I envy her. I do.
Her closeness to you, the way she gently
Brushes your arm with her light fingertips
And smiles at you - flirtatious, beautiful -
And charms you as easily as I
Deter you.
You seem captivated,
Enraptured, drunken on her
Effortless laughter and
Confidence, radiating from her,
Growing and growing until-
-until you remember yourself.
You remember the lethargy you hone
That she will never see,
And the ache in each weary smile
That only I know of.
I know you so well,
Just let me in.
YOU ARE READING
The Pleasantries of Love
PuisiPoetry that searches the purest emotion there is: Love. The world needs more hopeless dreamers, I think.
