When in January he gave her a rose
I aked at you for a dandelion.
but you viciously laughed at me
and continued sipping on your wine.
When in February he wrote her a love letter
I cooked you a delicious meal.
Instead of savoring each bite of talent and work –
you devoured it and fell into the evening murk
When in March he was hit – mesmerized by her beauty,
I wore a graceful gown for you.
And when I asked you how I looked
You sighed alright, and went back to reading your book
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And now in December when I am about to leave,
Why do you look at me so maliciously?
When you are the one who created me !
Who was once a lady of love, is now the lady of envy.
I absolutely love every word of this!
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