There are times
That I envy you

Why should you have everything
And everyone you desire
You are spoilt

You are the most beautiful
Everyone praises you
You are supremely powerful
Fair, compassionate and magnanimous
You are the lord of wealth and mysteries
Your fame and glories are sung across the world in exalted circles

I have heard from some hushed voices
That you are an expert and cunning lover
Who gives unimaginable pleasure  
You are perfect in every way
You are, what I can never be

So tell me how do I love you
As an equal
What can I give you

I don’t want to be another one amongst the countless hordes
Who come to you for who you are and what you can do for them
I have my pride
And my self respect
I must have something to give you
Something that you don’t already have
At least pretend
For the sake of my dignity
That I have something to offer

But then
What is the use pretending
When we both know the truth

I am not good enough
I can never love you the way She can