The focus of his attention

His precious jewel: his and his alone

The envy of all around –

Gods and mortals conjoined.

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What is it like?

To feel the smooth skin of his arm?

To run your hand through his tousled hair?

To talk and entrance him?

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You’ve got the prize I coveted

Made him your own personal possession

I admit:

I’m sick with jealousy,

Hatred and admiration.

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What did you do to enchant him?

Damn you, Cupid.

I wanted him… but now I see that I don’t deserve him.