Jealous is probably the word
Most would use to describe my feelings
As I gaze at the both of you
Transfixed
By your twinkling eyes that sparkle for another
And as you nervously flick your golden-brown hair
Rays of heaven reflect and blind my wistful eyes as I turn away in shame only to look back yet again
I can't explain why I want you so badly
It is as instinctive as a baby's cry and as mysterious as the crescent moon that hides its true self from afar
As you laugh I swear angels conduct a heavenly orchestra
So sweet to the ear is your voice
It drips the honey of love and care and sticks to the soul for eternity
If only I could be the hive to store
And cherish
Each word you utter
As each syllable echoes a bedtime lullaby
Lucky is the man who holds thee in his arms
The treasure he posseses has brought many a man down to his knees
As he laments in the fortune of others

As surely as the sun will set tonight only to rise again
I shall greet the dawn with fire
I shall fight for you until the end of days
Or
The end of my days
Whichever comes first
My eternal rest is with you