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I see her

doe-eyed and dewy-faced
hair like June sunshine
a smile like November roses
preparing the lilac lips
watching for the spark

I see you see her
and the jealousy socks me in the chest
pummels me with sneers and comments--
ďAre you stupid? blind?
Donít you see it?Ē
I canít blame you for loving her,
but still I think, If only...

23 March 2000