There's wind running in your hair.
I have jealous fingers.
A pillow gently holds your cheek.
I have a jealous face.
A blanket wraps your torso tight.
I have jealous arms.
Your eyelids calmly hold your gaze.
I have a jealous stare.
Yet you choose me.
All the world is jealous and I am glee.
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