I envy the eyes,
That stare at you,
In those golden years,
Of your youth.

I envy the hands,
That greet you, in the street,
And in your dreams,
While we're apart.

I envy the hearts,
That skipped a beat,
At the mere sight,
Of seeing you passing by.

You are to blame,
For these aches in my heart,
You are cursed,
With the beauty, of heavenly stars

I envy life, if there I am not,
To feel you, eternally in my arms,
I envy the erosion of time,
For there is not enough,
For my heart to bear.

I envy every second,
Life keeps me, away from you,
I envy your loveliness,
For at times,
I fear kissing you.

William Bonilla