Idotic Lover

I become so selfish,

that I hate the ground she walks upon.

As her feet touch it,

and her shadow falls upon it.

I become so selfish,

that I want her voice only for my ears,

her hand to hold only mine,

and her heart to be home for me alone.

I become so selfish,

when she is with others,

wishing her presence were only for me,

that is how much I enjoy being around her.

I become so selfish,

I would want to be born as every person

she spends time with, loves and cares,

friends, family, and all.

I become so selfish,

that I wish to become the shine of the sun,

the glow of the moon, even the winds that touch her,

the oxygen she breathes,

so I could live inside and outside of her.

I become so selfish,

I envy everything blessed by her touch.

I wish to keep everything that she touches,

I would cherish all that her fingers have graced,

I want every trace of her to remain with me.

The only thing I would never envy

is the gods who created her,

rest all things on earth is something

and someone that I would envy.

And then I realised that

all my selfishness is like my love.

Which will never come true,

and what an idiot I am to love her like this.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind