jealous of the sheets
that hold you while sleeping
and all of the dreams
your mind has been keeping
jealous of the minutes
that you pass through each day
and missing all the words
that you had to say
jealous of the smiles
that were missed
and lips that passed words
then waiting to be kissed
jealous of the ways
you see me through
and hoping that someday
you may be jealous too
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Love Poems: The Cycle
PoetryThere is no greater muse than love. The inspiration for this book of poetry was love and the cycle that comes: falling in love, being in love and the break. We have all fallen in love. It's magical. It fills every inch of your being and every secon...
