**** seen through my eyes
admiration of the other ***
is my lot in this life
hints at something more
than lust’s delight at their expense
the outer denoting consequence

jealousy may be the source
envy of the grudging sort
the focus of my stray ardor
in between the lurid lines
temptation found in the sight
is something I see deep inside

compliments laid at their feet
stated words that extol
the ones I’d like to replicate
**** seen through my eyes
at the mimic that defies
says so much more than praise allows.

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