They see you.
I love you.
They want you.
I have you.
I'm blessed.

Yes, to have this treasure of a woman close to me.
Is all a man like me could ever need.
Why seek more?

They stare.
I look.
They dream.
I don't.
I'm the one that loves you.

You are very aware of this.
We in this love form of bliss.
I love every minute we kiss.

Yes, I hate to admit it.
I tell anyone on Facebook or Twitter.
Just don't forget it.

I'm not amazed others are envious.

(C)by Jeffrey T. Conyers