I Envy
Did I tell you
I envy the honeybee
That hovers around your neck
Attracted to the scent of your perfume?
Did I tell you
I envy the bandage
That has been entrusted to heal
The paper cut on your finger?
Did I tell you
I envy the words
On the pages you read
That dance in the reflections of your eyes?
Did I tell you
I envy the air
That inhales cool and exhales warm
From your soul?
Did I tell you
I envy the pencil
That you hold as you write
Words on paper?
Did I tell you
I envy the flush
That colors your face
When you laugh and smile?
If I have failed,
As I have and will,
My fondest desire is
That you know how I feel.
