Look at her, standing there.
Such divine beauty,
Contained in a ravage soul.

He is all over her,
I wish that he would
Look at me like he does her.

Her flawless perfection,
Rain or shine,
the brightest days nor darkest nights
can compare to her.

Call me what you will
Jealous
Envious
Conceited
Ravished, maybe.

I certainly cannot compare
To the magnificent glow
She can produce
In one smile for him.

If only,
He loved me,
Like he loved her.